Angela walked into her house and took a deep, cleansing breath. She’d had a long day at work, and it felt so good to finally be home. The smell of dinner wafted to her nose, and she followed it into the kitchen where she saw her handsome boyfriend making her pasta. She stood in the doorway, just staring at him while his back was turned. She felt so lucky to have these small moments with him, to just be in his presence.
He turned around to catch her staring and smiled.
“Hey sexy lady,” he said, stalking toward her slowly. She giggled at his silly movements, but wrapped her arms around his waist as he got close to her. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into her mouth. They got lost in the moment until they heard the sound of water hissing on the stove.
“Oh sh*t,” he cried as he let go of her and turned quickly to get the pot of overflowing pasta off the stove. The water quickly went down.