I watch and listen as she drops shallots into the butter, letting them brown, and then adds a broth.
“That comes to a simmer,” she says, turning away from the stove to grab something on the counter.
When she is mid-reach, I wrap my arm around her middle, spin her into me, and kiss her.
“Luka,” she moans against my mouth. She is doing her best to sound annoyed, but her hands aregripping the backs of my arms, holding me against her. “I’m in the middle of things here.”
“The soup needs to simmer,” I say, waving a hand towards the stove.
“The broth,” she corrects, rolling her eyes. “Clearly, someone wasn’t paying attention.”
I kiss her again, nibbling on her lower lip. “Clearly, I just need a less distracting teacher.”
When I finally let her go, she grabs a bottle of Cog
