Hundred-One

Humming, I moved around the kitchen with a sense of purpose, though my heart danced with the thrill of preparing something special for him.

The sound of Atlas clearing his throat made me turn around, I caught his gaze fixed on me, a tender smile playing on his lips.

"Good morning," I greeted him softly.

"Good morning, love," Atlas replied as he walked over.

I focused on the eggs in the pan, the whites just beginning to set as I added a sprinkle of herbs.

"I hope you're hungry," I teased lightly, my eyes meeting his as I felt his presence draw closer.

"I'm always hungry for your cooking," he said with a playful grin, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair from my face. His touch sent shivers through me.

As I plated the eggs and bacon, Atlas leaned against the counter, watching me with a soft intensity.

"You know," he began, his voice turning serious yet tender, "this... being here with you, in moments like this, it feels like everything falls into place."

I turned to him, settin