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She blushed at the obvious appreciation in his eyes. She almost laughed at how she, who was used to being stared at mostly naked by dozens of male eyes, could feel like a schoolgirl again with a single look.

She uncrossed her arms and walked over, appreciating the way his sweat pants clung to his backside - oh, she was such a butt girl - and slid her arms around his waist, slowly so as not to interrupt his cooking. She propped her chin on his shoulder and looked down at the cooking batter.

"It looks and sounds delicious. Is there anything I can do?"

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