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Dafydd's heart swelled at Hartley's words, the kind of earnestness that made every moment with him feel like a gift. "Lucky me, then," he said softly, his voice carrying that warm, steady affection that was uniquely his. "But I think we're both pretty lucky, you know? Having someone who makes every day feel like this. And if that's what I get to look forward to for the foreseeable future, then I've really hit the jackpot."
Daf let out a laugh as Hart gave him the full apron showcase, complete with the dramatic turn. "Absolutely stunning. I don't think anyone could pull off 'Kiss the Chef' quite like you do," he teased, leaning casually against the counter as he admired the sight. "You keep this up and we might wind up forgetting about the meal completely."
As the ingredients soared and Hartley got into full cooking mode, Daf couldn't help the fond chuckle that escaped him. "Distract you? Me? Never," he said with mock innocence, though the sparkle in his eyes betrayed his intentions. "I'm just here to observe and appreciate the culinary genius at work."
But when Hart threw that coy smile his way, he knew the challenge had been issued. He stepped closer with a smirk of his own. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Hartley's cheek. "Let's see if you can keep your focus now, Chef Stonewall," he murmured before pulling back just enough to give his boyfriend a mischievous look before he turned toward the boxes that still needed unpacking before bending over to open one of them up.
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