Always

Chapter 24

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We passed the next few hours with Harry attempting to teach me how to cook a basic meal.  I proved my hopelessness by doing nearly everything wrong, only for Harry to swoop in suddenly and save the food at the last minute.  He was patient, funny, adorable, and sexy all at the same time as he worked with me to prepare our meal.  Just as he had said he would, Harry cooked for me, and despite my best efforts to ruin things, it had turned out deliciously. 

Seeing him work his way through the kitchen was fascinating.  His lip was gently bit into his mouth when he was focusing hard on something and his brows would furrow together when he measured out ingredients.  When he bent to retrieve tools from the lower cabinets, his shirt would pull tightly over his muscles, outlining them clearly for me to drool over.  The hem of his t-shirt would ride up in just as tempting of a way whenever he reached to grab things off higher shelves, causing me to have to really focus on not letting out any audible noises. 

After watching him eat his food in his peculiar yet endearing way, I was practically driving myself insane.  His lips were looking especially inviting at the moment, all dark pink and pouty, shaping around the words he spoke in their slow and intricate way they always did.  I could barely hear what he was saying to me, and I suspected he had repeated it once or twice by the time I finally registered it.

“So you liked it?” he asked modestly.  I had to tear my eyes away from his mouth to meet his gaze, his eyebrows raised in question.

“Yeah it was so good,” I said sincerely.  “I’m definitely a big believer in Chef Harry now.” 

He chuckled as he got up and gathered our plates and brought them over to the sink.  “Chef Harry,” he repeated, amused.  “Well good,” he said, shooting me a quick smile over his shoulder before rinsing off the dishes and submerging them into the water filled sink.  His back muscles flexed beneath his thin shirt as he started to wash them.  I couldn’t take it anymore. 

Rising quietly from my seat, I crossed the kitchen until I stood behind him.  I raised my hands to rake them slowly down his back, starting on his shoulder blades, across the wide expanse of his back, and down his spine before coming to rest on his hips where I squeezed lightly.  Leaning up on my tiptoes, I pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, earning a slight shiver from him. 

“Joey,” he said cautiously.  I noticed he had stopped washing dishes and had dried his hands off on a towel hanging from a hook by the sink. 

“Hmm?” I murmured, pressing another kiss to his neck, this time on the side.  I was nearing the extent of where my lips could reach. 

“What are you doing?” he asked slowly.

“Nothing,” I said innocently, quietly against the skin of his neck before landing yet another kiss there.

“I don’t think that’s nothing,” he said before shivering again.  He tilted his head to the side so he could look down at me.  I rested my chin on his shoulder and grinned at him.

“Am I not allowed to kiss my boyfriend?” I asked, eyes flicking back and forth between his and his lips.  He smirked.

“Of course you are,” he replied before turning around to face me.  “You just have to let me do it properly.”

With that he slid his hands up my arms before coming to rest under the crook of my ears, thumbs cradling the sides of my face and fingers twisting into my hair at the base of my neck.  My hands found their place on his hips again, gripping him tightly and pulling his body into mine.  Slowly, he backed me up until I was leaning against the counter, keeping eye contact with me the entire time.  I could feel my breath speeding up with every step we took.