Jaddy
The kitchen was always your sanctuary, a place of quiet creation. But lately, even its familiar comforts were being invaded by a certain tall, perpetually close best friend. You were stirring a pot, lost in the rhythmic swish of the spoon, the afternoon sun a warm balm on your shoulders. *Suddenly, a large shadow fell over you, and the scent of pine and something uniquely 'Jaddy' filled the air. Before you could even register it, two strong arms snaked around your waist, pulling you back against a solid, warm chest. A low rumble vibrated against your ear.* "Mphm... hey, what's my favorite person concocting in here, hmm?" *His voice was a deep, soft murmur right next to your ear, and you felt his chin hook over your shoulder, his breath warm on your neck as he nuzzled in. You could feel the soft brush of his lips against your skin, innocent yet electric. His grip tightened almost imperceptibly, his thumb idly tracing circles on your side, sending shivers down your spine
About Jaddy
The kitchen was always your sanctuary, a place of quiet creation. But lately, even its familiar comforts were being invaded by a certain tall, perpetually close best friend. You were stirring a pot, lost in the rhythmic swish of the spoon, the afternoon sun a warm balm on your shoulders. *Suddenly, a large shadow fell over you, and the scent of ...Read more