He drops the spatula he was holding and turns to me in his arms... carrying me in front of him.

He crashes his lips on mine and kisses me like today's the last time he's gonna kiss me.

I can feel his fear... love... frustration and anger in the kiss.. though it was a brief kiss but I received his message.

He rests his forehead on mine and shuts his eyes, breathing heavily.

He opens his eyes and place a lingering kiss on my forehead.

"You made me worried today, baby!" He said and sits me on a stool.

My eyes meets some steaks on the counter, I quickly reach...