“Could you hand me the teaspoon measure?” Trent asked.

Tyus nodded and snatched the measuring spoon up. “I think it’s so sexy when you cook.”

“Really?” This was news to him. As far as he knew cooking wasn’t that interesting other than it tasted good going down.

Tyus hummed and hugged him from behind. Trent loved feeling Tyus like this. “You’re so alive when cooking.” Tyus said and kissed his neck. “It’s like you’re lost in your own world of flavors and texture.”

“I suppose that’s true.” He did love cooking, always had. It was the reason he went to culinary school. Now he owned two restaurants. They weren’t five stars but he was working on it.

“Finish your measuring.” Another kiss to his neck sent a tingle of want through Trent. “Then meet me in the bedroom.”

Tyus’ warmth disappeared leaving Trent with a slight chill. He watched Tyus’ ass as he walked from the kitchen to the bedroom. He turned and smirked before gently closing the door.

Trent looked at his spice mix then back to the door then back to his spices. His damn spices could wait. Tyus was more important.