September

3 - bjork

"What do you think about Iceland?"

He asked her as she placed two wine glasses and a bottle of red on the table. He was cooking steak and veggies. He was a wiz in the kitchen and she always find him more hot whenever he puts on an apron. And he likes putting on a show for her. More often than not, the food gets cold while they turn the heat on themselves.

"Is that an intellectual question, or you just want me to tell you the first thing that comes to my mind about it?" she asked him back while pouring herself a glass of red wine.

"The latter."

"Bjork."

"Huh?"

"Bjork! You know, the singer? The one who wore the swan dress on the red carpet on some awards show?"

He looked at her blankly, clueless as to who she was talking about. She giggled when she saw him frown. She knows that he's trying to make the google function in his brain work figuring out who she was talking about.

"Never mind. I'll show you who she is later. Why are you asking about iceland?"

He placed the plate with a huge steak topped with veggies on the table. When at home they never go fancy with the cutlery, they'd rather share a plate of food. They both have huge appetites but steak, for them, is for sharing, even with Chico, who was patiently waiting to be fed by the dinner table.

"Honeymoon?"

The piece of steak on her fork fell back to the plate when she heard him.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. It's different, we both haven't been there, and it would be an unconventional honeymoon spot."

She jumped on his lap and hugged him tight, which made him laugh. She started to give him kisses all over his face.

"Is that another yes?"

She just kept on kissing him until it got deeper.

Chico whimpered at their feet, then decided to retreat back to the couch. He knows he won't be getting his share of the steak anytime soon.

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september 3.