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,

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

loosely on her, exuding that

to the balcony where her clothes from yesterday

out and joined him in the kitchen. "What are

utterly

all day, so something greasy might not sit well. How about I make you some chicken soup? I've ordered a few sides; they should be here

what can

of green onions and some parsley.

sleeves and got to

tomatoes and occasionally looked up to steal glances at her, each time breaking into a goofy

repeats, Elysia couldn't help but ask, "What's

"Just can't believe my

and focus

kitchen, the

their order. Elysia moved to

was dressed for

the delivery was made by a friend,

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

yet cozy