Ivan
'Moon Goddess, have mercy on me.' I beg, glancing up at Nefera. I fight to restrain myself from walking over to her, my hands aching to touch her.
It's nearly impossible to stay away. Not when she's looking so sexy. In nothing more than my shirt, knowing she's naked under it. Everything she does intrigues me. How she cuts thin slices of tomatoes and throws them into the skillet with the other ingredients is more interesting than any game I could be watching on TV right now.
She wants to keep her hands busy and focus on something besides me. I understand that, but I wish she'd let me help so that I can do the same. She fascinates me. With the precision she has in preparing everything, her knife never faltered or stopped, and every piece was perfect. Nefera barely has to look at the cooking bacon before she knows to flip it.
It smells so good.
