Hitched & Hitched Again: A Comedy of Marital Mayhem novel Chapter 688

Tarquin could read her like an open book. Gently pushing aside her hand, he planted a soft kiss on her cute nose and forehead. "Hungry?"

He shouldn't have mentioned it. Now that he did, Elysia realized she was actually starving.

They had been wrapped up in each other all day, not bothering to eat a thing.

"What would you like to eat? I'll whip something up for you."

Elysia made a move to get up, but Tarquin gently pushed her back down onto the bed. "What do you want to eat? I'll take care of it. You rest a bit more."

Elysia chuckled, "I'm not tired anymore. Let's do it together?"

"Alright, you can be my sous chef."

Both got out of bed, and Elysia, still donning his shirt, headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Catching her reflection, her cheeks flushed and her heart raced.

Her neck bore the marks of his affection, bold and intimate.

After freshening up, she found Tarquin busy in the kitchen, looking every bit the domestic god.

Seeing her, his gaze intensified.

Elysia, feeling somewhat self-conscious, glanced down and, with flushed cheeks, mumbled, "I'll go change."

Tarquin immediately stopped her,

"The clothes are still drying. No one else is here, keep it on. It looks good on you. I like it."

His shirt hung loosely on her, exuding that perfect boyfriend vibe.

Elysia walked over to the balcony where her clothes from yesterday were still drying. Indeed, they were damp.

With no choice, she braved it out and joined him in the kitchen. "What are we making?"

Tarquin, looking utterly smitten, replied,

"We haven't eaten all day, so something greasy might not sit well. How about I make you some chicken soup? I've ordered a few sides; they should be here soon."

"Oh, what can I do?"

He handed her a bunch of green onions and some parsley. "Wash these and set them aside."

Elysia rolled up her sleeves and got to work.