Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
She kept distracting him with smiles and kisses, not even giving him a moment to notice the slightest changes in her expressions. It didn't matter. She said she was happy, and she seemed happy. That was all that he needed. Except perhaps food, the sound of a rumbling stomach answering his question before his mouth could. "Let us eat," Stefan agreed and let her lead. It didn't matter what they did anymore. He was happy, she was his, and if they never left this kitchen today he wouldn't mind one bit.