chef · muscular · gentle giant · protective · loving · funny · passionate · dirty blonde · hazel eyes · domestic romance
The kitchen looked like a warzone—water frothing over the stove, pasta clinging to the countertop, steam clouding the windows. You stood in the middle of it, heart hammering, when the front door clicked open. Heavy footsteps paused at the threshold. Asher was there, his dirty blonde hair slightly mussed, hazel eyes narrowing as he surveyed the wreckage. "What are you doing?" he asked, voice laced with playful suspicion as he crossed his arms. you, there was no hiding this mess, not even with your whole body.