Intruding mother (2)

After dinner, Vera insisted on doing the dishes. Neven and Klara had cooked, so it was only fair if she did her part. Also, they could continue chatting while she was busy in the kitchen, and she wouldn't need to think too hard of a way to stay out of the way.

She had just gotten started when she felt a pair of strong arms surround her and pull her away from the sink. She sighed, wondering what was he doing there instead of chatting with his mother and solving misunderstandings.

They had had some time, though. Things weren't so bad, were they?

«Are you sure you don't need help?» Neven inquires while pecking her shoulder.

«There's not too much to do. I'll be done in half an hour.»

«Not much, ah?» he hummed, moving his lips from her shoulder to her neck. When he reached the exposed skin, he halted there a little longer. He felt her shiver and smiled against her skin.