Carlos turned his head to glance at Hancock and he looked
back down at the bundle he had, still smiling. “Well, sort of,” he said. “I’m
not cooking it because… y’know, I can’t cook. It’s already made. I just need to
warm it up because I thought this would be perfect for the current season, with
how cold it’s been… you know?” He felt a little like he was blabbering a bit.
He was a little nervous, even though he knew Hancock would like what he sent
out for for dinner.“Um… you wanna go ahead and get me a pot? To start warming
this up?”“Of course, sunshine.” With a peck on the cheek, Hancock pulled away to fetch a pot from the cabinet, making a point to slide up close to Carlos’ side when he returned. “So what’re ya treating me to, anyway? Better than having Sugar Bombs again, I assume.”
“Definitely better
than Sugar Bombs,” Carlos assured him. Carlos took the pot with a grateful nod
and leaned in to press a kiss to Hancock’s mouth. He grinned and turned on the
heating element. “Do you wanna pick something to drink with it? Something nice?”
he suggested.
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