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blonde tresses caressed sienna’s shoulders , the fondest of smiles finding her lips as she looked up from the sauce she’d been stirring at to glance over at the former boybander upon entering the kitchen . ❝ mm . . . it vaguely reminds me of the bottle your grandpa opened the last time we visited ? though , a touch drier , maybe , ❞ she shared once she’d taken a sip , easily relaxing beneath his touch . it’d only been a week since she’d last gotten a chance to spend time with him , but she missed this . she missed their quiet nights in , tucked away from the chaos of their flashy jobs . ❝ i need you to try this , by the way , ❞ she told him , momentarily setting her glass down upon the kitchen counter so that she could dip the wooden spoon into the sauce that’s simmering there on the stove . she has one hand hovered below the other : one ready to catch anything from dripping onto his new floors , while the other’s been brought to her lips , gently blowing on the sauce before lifting the spoon to his own so that he could have a taste . ❝ what do you think ? does it need anything else ? ❞ she asked , searching his face for a reaction .
“ well , he’d be happy to hear you say that , ‘cause he told me basically the same thing . ” with a grin , he took another sip , a sort of quiet , contented warmth settling in his chest . although he’d barely been living in his apartment for a week — not even long enough for it to be fully organized — it felt like home in that moment . “ ooh , ok , ” caleb agreed , placing his glass to the side before he leaned forward to serve as her taste-tester . automatically , his eyes closed in bliss , a dreamy smile adorning his features as he savored the perfectly balanced flavor of a creamy , bright vodka sauce . “ mm , ” he hummed in approval . “ wow , that’s awesome . you should try some , too ! ” as if to emphasize his point , he opened his warm , expressive eyes wide , before clapping his hands together in excitement . “ wait , one second , i know exactly what — ” in lieu of finishing his sentence , he leaned over to the central island and hastily chose a piece of the baguette he’d sliced up earlier . carefully , he dipped it into the pan , then offered it to her in the same fashion , one of his hands serving as the insurance policy for his new tile flooring . “ d’you think it’s ready to go on top of our pasta ? ” still smiling , he nodded over to the waiting bowls on the island .
