A taste...

The kitchen lights flickered on as two figures could be seen working in the dim glow. Lucas had his shirt off, his muscular back glistening under the warm light as he washed the vegetables in the sink.

Amelia, on the other hand, was utterly distracted, her eyes feasting on his sculpted body, tracing the contours of his six-pack abs as she waited for the food to be ready.

“So, did you learn to cook in college?” Amelia asked, her voice light but her gaze firmly locked on his physique.

“No,” Lucas replied, turning to face her with a slight smirk, his hands moving over the cucumber, coating it with salt before rinsing it.

He placed a chopping board on the counter and carefully set the vegetables on it, cutting them with precise, measured strokes. Once finished, he retrieved the neatly prepared dough, rolling it into sticks before dropping them into the boiling water.

“I studied business administration in college,” he continued, “but cooking... that’s something I learned from my mom and