As Andrew eventually finished his tea, he still heard the faint clattering of pots and pans and the tantalizing aroma of cooking wafting from the kitchen. A sense of boredom crept in, and he decided to join Freya.
Pushing himself out of the comfortable chair, he walked towards the kitchen, drawn not just by the delightful scents but also by the magnetic pull of Freya's presence.
When he entered the kitchen, his heart skipped a beat at the sight before his eyes. Freya, now clad in an apron over a shorter linen dress that exposed a lot more of her tantalizing fair thighs, was bent over a large saucepan placed on the magical stove, her movements graceful and precise.
Andrew couldn't resist the mischievous urge to approach her stealthily, planning to surprise her with a playful prank.
