The insistent bubbling of the pot on the stove cut through the charged silence. "The soup might boil over," Lily murmured, her practical nature asserting itself even in this intimate moment.
"Lily!" Ethan's voice came out as a strangled growl. His eyes, usually sharp and calculating, now held a raw vulnerability that vanished as quickly as it appeared. Without warning, he crushed his lips against hers in a searing kiss before abruptly releasing her to tend to the stove.