{ "Nothing ventured, nothing gained."}
The smell of roasted vegetables and garlic hit me before I even made it down the stairs. I blinked at the light pouring through the kitchen windows, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I was clean, loose in soft clothes, and still a little sore, but I felt good. More grounded than I had felt in a long, long time. Spark stood at the stove, barefoot, shirtless, humming under his breath as he stirred something in a skillet. He looked annoyingly domestic, like a scene out of a mating fantasy I would have rolled my eyes at years back.
Now it made my chest ache in the best way. "You're spoiling me," I said, leaning against the doorframe.
He turned, eyes lighting up instantly. "You say that like I'm going to stop."
He crossed the room to me without hesitation, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then my lips brief but intimate, like we were already living in a rhythm I had not known I needed.
"You slept in," he murmured.
"Can you blame me?"
