When Eileen arrived home, she was pleasantly surprised to find Rafael already busy in the kitchen.

Setting down her bag, she tiptoed up behind Rafael and wrapped her arms around him.

"Don't move, you're being robbed," she declared playfully.

Rafael, who was cooking at the stove, chuckled. "I may not have wealth, but I can certainly fulfill your desires.""

Eileen's face flushed crimson. "Who said anything about robbing desires?!"

"In that case, take my life," Rafael turned around, embracing Eileen and lifting her up. "But my little troublemaker, are you really willing to take it?"

Blushing furiously, Eileen turned her head away. "Put me down this instant."

Rafael traced his...