She made dinner, and Stuart joined her after finishing his assignments for the next day. He hovered behind her, looking into the skillet at what she was cooking.
"Mmm smells delicious, just like you," he said, his face inches away from hers. Allison froze at his nearness. She tried hard to concentrate on her chicken, shrimp, and sausage gumbo. She couldn't let it become a mushy hotchpotch. Stuart's face was inches away from hers now and it was getting difficult for her to concentrate.
"Can you go to the table and wait for your dinner, please?" She tried her best to get him to stop hovering around her.
"Why? Is my nearness affecting you?" he asked, as his lips touched her neck in a featherlight caress.
"Stuart please," she begged him for what she herself didn't know.
"Allison, please,
