My Woman
Philo turned on the large oven and retrieved a pizza stone from a cabinet, placing it inside to preheat.
"We'll just use a prepared crust I have. Do you want to chop or grate?"
For the next twenty minutes, they worked together and, just like at work, it was effortless. They talked and laughed. He stole kisses and caught her staring at his chest on more than one occasion. When they were done, Chester cleaned up while she gathered plates and silverware, placing them on a tray.
The timer went off just as they finished and he followed her with their meal and a bottle of wine into the living room to eat. An hour later, with full stomachs and an almost empty bottle of red wine, they sat on together on the floor. Philo leaned against the couch and he lay with his head on her lap, his eyes closed as she ran her hands through his hair.
"So what did you want to be when you grew up?" She asked, continuing the game of twenty questions they'd been having.