Stella’s point of view

I jumped in fright as I felt a hot breath fanning my neck, and arms snaked around my waist, but quickly relaxed when I remembered I’m not alone -Jimmy was here too.

I’m currently in the kitchen, trying to fix us something to eat.

“What are you cooking?” he asked, then planted a light kiss on my neck.

“Spaghetti and meatballs” I replied.

“Mmmm” he inhaled. “It smells delicious”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course, look around and tell me who’s cooking?”

He chuckled at my response, and rested his chin on my shoulder.

“I was just being a gentle man by complimenting you”

“Hm” I...