"Of course I'll help you," he promised, brushing his lips against the side of her head before shifting to explain the ingredients and where he was at in the process. He had been fairly early on in cooking, since he'd made the dessert first and she'd come home so early, but he really was excited to have the chance to cook with her.
Miguel was animated as he walked her through each step, taking any excuse to touch her--casual brushes against her hair, her back, her arm. His lips ghosting against her cheek as he stood behind her, his hands going around her as she work. "I love you so much," he murmured against her ear when they'd finished assembling the pastelón to put in the oven.