I'm in the kitchen, cooking spaghetti for dinner with garlic bread, when I feel you wrap your arms around me and kiss my neck. I shiver a bit and make a small moan. Dammit, you. I'm trying to cook. Don't get me in the mood right now, ok? I say, trying to act angry, even though I don't mind you doing this, and I know you know that.
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