ARIA
We ended up on the kitchen floor.
Tangled together, breathing hard, flour still dusted across our skin and in our hair.
I started laughing first. A giggle that bubbled up from somewhere deep in my chest and escaped before I could stop it.
Kael looked at me, his expression shifting from satisfied to amused.
"What's so funny?"
"This" I said, gesturing at the disaster around us. Spilled ingredients. Knocked-over containers. Our clothes in a heap by the counter. "We made such a mess."
He glanced around and huffed a laugh. "Yeah. We did."
"We're never cooking again," I declared.
"Agreed," he said immediately. "From now on, we're ordering everything."
"Everything."
"Every single meal."
We dissolved into laughter again, and he pulled me closer, pressing a kiss to my temple.
Eventually, we managed to haul ourselves up off the floor. Kael found his phone and checked on room service, this time they had staff available, while I attempted to clean up the worst of the mess.
