Stolen kisses

As Madison made her way into her office, she smiled at the beauty of it. Melvin had her office to look more decorative and attractive.

“Wow, this is so good.” She smiled as she made her way further into her office and found a flower vase on her desk.

“Thanks for this." She smiled as she leaned forward to inhale the beautiful fragrance.

“Wonderful.” She smiled as she pulled away and walked to her seat to have her seat.

“Oh, okay ! where do I start for today?” Madison asked herself as she swirled round her seat.

New paintings on the wall and the office smells so nice, extra nice. They had changed the patients bed she had in her office to something bigger and soft.

“Okay, you are back as a doctor Madison. Let’s get to work.” 

   Meanwhile, At home.

Kingsley and Liam stood in the midst of a bustling kitchen; their eyes locked in a warm embrace. The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the air, creating an ambiance that matched the intensity of their connection. As they stood there, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only their presence.

“You have an idea of how I feel right now?” Liam asked him breathlessly.

“Yes, I do, love.” Kingsley replied

Kingsley, with his tousled dark hair and piercing green eyes, couldn't help but feel his heart race with anticipation. Liam, his sandy blond locks falling gracefully across his forehead, leaned in closer, his lips only inches away from Kingsley's.

The room was alive with a symphony of sizzling pans and clinking silverware, but their focus remained solely on each other. Time stood still as they moved in slow motion, their lips drawing closer with every passing second.

In this tender moment, their minds were free from any worries or judgments. They understood the depth of their love and the significance of this kiss. The world saw them as two individuals, but together they were a force to be reckoned with.

Their lips finally met, a soft collision that sent a wave of electric energy through their bodies. It was a kiss filled with passion, compassion, and an unspoken promise of support and protection. As their lips moved together, their bodies melted into the moment, synchronized in their desire for each other.

The sounds of their surroundings seemed to blend with their own moans of pleasure, carried away on the currents of love. Their arms wrapped around each other, pulling closer with an unyielding desire for connection. The taste of one another lingered on their tongues, fueling the fire of their affection.

In that kitchen, amidst the clatter and chaos, Kingsley and Liam immersd themselves in this profound and blissful moment. It was a reminder that love knows no boundaries and that, through it, they were invincible.

As their lips finally parted, they gazed into each other's eyes with a newfound sense of unity. The world around them came back into focus, but their connection remained unshakable. They smiled, knowing that this kiss was just the beginning of an extraordinary journey that they would embark on together, hand in hand.

And in that kitchen, their love had found a home—a sanctuary where their hearts could flourish, nourished by the strength they found in each other.

“Seriously? In the kitchen? Dude!” Adrian laughed as he stood by the door

“How long have you been watching?” Liam asked him

“Like minutes ago?” he shrugged as he walked into the kitchen.

“I need to make breakfast; you can carry your love scene to the living room or your rooms I guess.” Adrian chuckled as he made his way to the cooker.

“Yeah sure, enjoy.” Kingsley chuckled.

     Krystal stepped out of her room already dressed for the day’s work as she made her way downstairs and bumped into Liam.

“Oh, sorry.” 

“No, it’s fine, you must be leaving already and I think Adrian is trying to make you breakfast.” He smiled and she chuckled

“Oh, I have to better go back to my room then.” She giggled as she walked away and Kingsley nudged his arm.

“Why did you tell her?”

“Was it supposed to be a surprise?” he replied

“yes, duh!”

“Oh, shit!”

    Few minutes later,

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air as Adrian stood in the cozy kitchen, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window. With a gentle smile adorning his face, he focused on his task at hand: preparing a delicious breakfast for his beloved fiancée, Krystal.

Adrian hummed a cheerful tune while he skillfully flipped pancakes with a precision that came from years of practice. The kitchen counters were adorned with an array of ingredients, colorful fruits, and the tantalizing scent of sizzling bacon. The clinking of utensils and the sizzle of the frying pan created a symphony of breakfast delights.

A mischievous glimmer lingered in Adrian's eyes as he imagined Krystal's surprise when she stumbled upon the mouthwatering spread he had prepared just for her. He knew her appreciation for the small gestures in life, and this was his way of showing his love.

Minutes later, the tantalizing feast was arranged on a tray, the pancakes artfully stacked and adorned with a drizzle of maple syrup. Freshly squeezed orange juice sparkled invitingly in a glass, and a bouquet of vibrant flowers added a touch of nature's beauty to the scene.

Adrian carefully carried the tray into their bedroom, a smile growing wider upon seeing Krystal stretched out lazily beneath a soft duvet. Placing the tray on her lap, he watched as her eyes flickered open, transitioning from the realm of dreams to the sight of her beloved bearing this unexpected morning treat.

"Good morning, beautiful," Adrian greeted, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the infusion of sunlight filling the room. "I thought I'd surprise you with a scrumptious breakfast in bed."

“Woah woah, you are dressed already for work?” he added and she nods her head.

Krystal's eyes widened in delight as she took in the sight before her. "Oh, Adrian, you've outdone yourself! How did I get so lucky to have you?"

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, Adrian replied, "Luck had nothing to do with it. It was my destiny to find the most amazing woman in the world and make her happy."

“Oh, I love you.” She smiled as she crossed her hands around his neck and pecked his lips

“I am afraid if you do that again, you would have to skip work for today.” He smirked at her

“Who could ever imagine a dangerous mafia could be this good at making breakfast?” she giggled.

“I am hot, and I am a good chef. Wonderful combination, my love.”

They shared a moment of laughter, their gazes locked in a connection that spoke volumes. As the sunlight danced across Krystal's face, Adrian leaned in, closing the distance between them, and planted a tender kiss upon her lips.

The kiss carried the essence of their love, a delicate blend of affection, passion, and sweet devotion. It started softly, a gentle exploration of each other's lips, the warmth spreading from their mouths to envelop their entire beings. As the intensity grew, their lips moved in perfect sync, a symphony of desire that resonated within their souls.

Between stolen kisses, they exchanged whispered words, a blend of playfulness and adoration. Adrian paused for a moment, gazing deep into Krystal's eyes, and said with a hint of mischief, "You know, if breakfast tastes half as sweet as your kisses, we're in for a delightful treat."

Krystal chuckled, her laughter like music to Adrian's ears. "Well, let's hope it's equally delicious, or else I might just have to resort to stealing more kisses from you."

Their playful banter continued as they savored their breakfast, indulging in the delectable flavors and each other's company. With each passing moment, their connection deepened, fortified by affection and shared laughter, a reminder that their love was not only passionate but also built upon a strong foundation of friendship and joy.

In that morning embrace, in the gentle touch of their lips, Adrian and Krystal found solace and comfort, setting the tone for a day filled with love and laughter. Their love was not only expressed in grand gestures but also woven within the simple moments of daily life, like the taste of pancakes and the sweetness of stolen kisses, forever nourishing their hearts and spirits.

“I should get going to work honey, I won’t stay out late.”

“I would come fetch you myself, Madison already left.”