The kitchen Cupboard

"Can we...?" You ask nervous "Can we go to... a more private place?"

He nods, rubs your hand with his thumb softly.

"Let's go to the cupboard, no one would bother us there"

"Do you think the pepper can keep a secret?" You joke akwardly

He gives an honest laugh, giding you to the room next to the kitchen.

Miss Miller had asked (order) her husband to make one, it was basically a long yet narrow room full of spices, preserves and many things that were probably use once a year. Useless but fancy.
He closes the door as you start to pace back and forth, not sure how to start.

"Last night..."

"I should have stopped, we were both drunk" He apologizes

"No! Is fine!" You say "It was... I was... It was the best night of my life..."

He touches your face, caressing your cheek, melting you into a pile of lovestruck goo. You put your hand over his.

"I don't regret it" You say in almost a whisper "I loved it.."

"Me too..."

"I wanted to know... No, I have to know if this means something to you like it does to me" Sudenly you feel really insecure, like you are overstepping the line "If...If you don't feel the same is okay! Really"

He brings you closer, kissing you softly but passionately, making your knees buckle. When you two separate he whisper against your mouth.

"It ment something to me, it wasn't just a good laid. I care about you and last night was one of the best of my life"

Holy Jesus, this man.

You go for another kiss