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Six-Sentence Sunday: They Get Married.
Hello all! I am currently working on and finishing up Chapter 4 of "They Get Married." Here's an excerpt of a scene featuring some steamy cooking ;)
“I want you to make Cook Pritchard’s roast beef and Yorkshire pudding,” I purred, before adding with a smirk: “wearing nothing but an apron.”
Which is how I ended up sitting at the kitchen table, admiring Baz’s beautiful pale arse as he tenderises steak in a frilly pink apron. “You know, I finally understand why it’s called mooning,” I say, slowly sipping on a cider. Baz looks back at me, one eyebrow arched, and I can’t help but snicker. “Have something to say about my arse, Snow?” “Oh, of course not, never!” I gasp, feigning offence. “Watching my favourite thing to eat prepare my favourite meal? I’m living the dream!”