Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem

Chapter 688

Tarquin could read her like an open book. Gently pushing aside her hand, he planted a soft kiss on her cute nose and forehead. "Hungry?" He shouldn't have mentioned it. Now that he did, Elysia realized she was actually starving.

They had been wrapped up in each other all day, not bothering to eat a thing.

"What would you like to eat? I'll whip something up for you."

Elysia made a move to get up, but Tarquin gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "What do you want to eat? I'll take care of it. You rest a bit more."

Elysia chuckled, "I'm not tired anymore. Let's do it together?"

"Alright, you can be my sous chef."

Both got out of bed, and Elysia, still donning his shirt, headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Catching her reflection, her cheeks flushed and her heart raced.

Her neck bore the marks of his affection, bold and intimate.

After freshening up, she found Tarquin busy in the kitchen, looking every bit the domestic god.

Seeing her, his gaze intensified.

Elysia, feeling somewhat self-conscious, glanced down and, with flushed cheeks, mumbled, "I'll go change."

Tarquin immediately stopped her,

clothes are still drying. No one else is here, keep it on. It looks good on you.

loosely on her, exuding that perfect

balcony where her clothes from yesterday were still drying.

it out and joined him in the kitchen.

looking utterly smitten,

day, so something greasy might not sit well. How about I make you some chicken soup? I've ordered

can I

onions and some parsley. "Wash these and set them

rolled up her sleeves and

to steal glances at her,

few repeats, Elysia couldn't help but

replied, "Just can't believe my

and focus on

filled the kitchen, the

the chicken soup was ready, the doorbell rang with their order. Elysia moved to answer it, but Tarquin insisted, "I'll get

for

made by a friend,

in the order, and Elysia set the table with the soup and

yet