Boiling

You heard the turn of a key on the threshold and a cheerful, "I'm home! I have your cream cheese!" You stood at the kitchen island, slowly stirring the thick chocolate ganache for the upcoming cheesecake. Under your apron, you were wearing that form-fitting suit you'd been saving for a special occasion—today, it replaced your loungewear.

Varka entered the kitchen, rustling his bag, and froze. The scent of vanilla and expensive perfume filled the air.

“Hmm, it smells simply divine...” he drawled, not yet seeing your face, but already appraising the curves of your figure from behind.

"Finished shopping, baby?" You turned around, coquettishly biting your lip and continuing to stir your dessert.

His gaze slid slowly over your outfit, lingering on your waist, and the grocery bag nearly slipped from your hands. He swallowed hard, feeling his throat go dry and heat spread across his face.

"You... this..." he faltered, feeling a trickle of blood treacherously trickle from his nose. "Have you decided to change the recipe?"

"Well, I'm not sure it'll be perfect," you said, taking a step forward and scooping some cream onto your finger. "But I'll let you try it... only when the post with this dessert gets two hundred thousand likes."

He wiped his nose with his sleeve, not taking his eyes off you.

— To hell with likes. I'm ready to buy the entire print run right now.