Caution! (Smut ahead)
ANDREW'S P.O.V.
"Hey man, what are you doing?" Despite the sweat on his forehead and the stains on his clothes from hours of housework, Matthew breezed into the kitchen with a skip in his step and a contagious air of happiness that was impossible to ignore. He leaned casually against the counter and raised an eyebrow, silently demanding my attention as I rummaged through the fridge already stocked by Emily and Lilian, and of course, it wouldn't have been Matthew if he didn't have a mischievous smile in his eyes.
"What does it look like? I'm raiding the fridge for dinner options." I took out some eggs from the fridge, closed it, and then turned to give him a raised eyebrow. I don't know but something about his aura made me suspicious.
"Looks like you're on cloud nine. What's got you so cheerful? Did you win the lottery or something?" I asked, turning away from him for a second to get a pan out of the cabinet.