Rita's Point Of View
I let out a loud, dramatic sigh, but I reached into the silverware drawer anyway, pulled out a large, polished silver spoon, and thrust it directly into his hand. "Here. Don't say I never gave you anything."
Instead of taking the spoon and sitting down on one of the barstools like a regular person, Charles did something that completely caught me off guard. He walked right up to my side, his heavy footsteps silent against the floor, and smoothly stepped directly behind me.
Before I could even process his movement, he wrapped his massive, bare arms around my waist from behind, his hard, warm chest pressing flush against my back, completely enveloping my small frame in his heat. The solid weight of him against me felt grounding, safe in a way I hadn't realized I'd been craving during all those lonely months apart.
He reached around my side, his long fingers gripping the spoon as he brought it toward the steaming bowl on the island.
