Slipping away from his warmth, she went to check on the tenderloin in the oven. After checking the temperature, she took it out. The garlic mashed potatoes and steamed cabbage were already ready.
"That looks amazing," Deucalion said, grabbing plates from the cabinet. "I just wish you wouldn't push yourself so hard."
She frowned. "I'm not pushing myself. This is what I love so it's not a chore. Besides, I love cooking for you. You appreciate it."
Over her shoulder, next to her ear, he growled. "Yes, I do. Thanks to you, I eat like a king."
She shivered, but said, "What is it you always say to me? Oh right, can't have you getting skinny on me."
He chuckled.
After they ate, Deucalion helped her wash the dishes and asked if there was anything he could do for food preparation. She was ecs
