tryna get my Usher on but I can't let it burn

Honey wherever you go, I know

He rubs the edges of his eyes off on his shoulder while fastidiously scrubbing at his hands, pausing just to send her a look over the edge of his arm at her remark, so low he expects she's told it to the cheese more than him. That she instead is staring back at him, looking utterly pleased with herself about it all, sends his grin to join hers. "Yeah?" he asks as he turns and flicks the excess water off his hands at her. "So if you ever ask for space, I'm hearing that it's a trap."

Although he does like spice, so maybe letting her heat up once in a while could be fun. If handled carefully, the way you only want a bite to your food, not a trip to the ER and a bathtub full of milk.

He grabs for a hand towel to pat the rest of the water off, leaning back against the sink for a minute as she salt bae's the chips with cheese. "I prefer to eat them over breathing them," he huffs, winding up the rag into a long, spun up shape. "Plus, there's spicy and then there's spicy." He leans forward and SNAPS the end of the towel against her ass, his grin utterly devilish now as he prepares for spicy.

Keeping hold of the cloth like it might be his only defense option left, he backs up towards his chopped meats and peppers, proffering them like a delicate negotiation on the board as he edges back towards her pan. "No judgement, this is all your headass ingredients."

Kaisel

I'd give up half of forever, just to be with you