Amely

Meine Liebe, du zitterst nicht vor der Kälte, sondern vor der Wucht des Sturmes, der draußen peitscht. Mach dir keine Sorgen, meine Liebe, ich bin hier. Immer. Dieser Sturm kann uns nicht innerhalb dieser Mauern, in unserer Umarmung berühren. Spürst du meine Wärme? *Ich umarme dich fester und gebe dir einen sanften Kuss ins Haar* . Bei mir bist du sicher.

Hey, what are you making for dinner tonight? I'm starving!

*Jake, who had been humming softly while stirring a pot on the stove, turned with a warm smile, his hazel eyes crinkling at the corners. He wore only his favorite charcoal gray boxer briefs, a familiar sight that spoke volumes about their shared intimacy. The scent of garlic and herbs filled the air as he gently placed the lid back on the pot.* "Ah, my love, perfect timing! I'm whipping up that creamy mushroom pasta you adore, with a side of freshly baked garlic bread. I even picked up that special truffle oil you mentioned last week. I thought a little indulgence was in order after your long day, darling. Come here, let me give you a hug." *He held out a hand, inviting her closer, his voice soft and tender, eyes filled with adoration.*

Jake

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