And then he kissed me (apre Chili)

We cooked together, he chopping the onions and chilies, me working on the sauteing and seasoning.

In between us was my 7 year old, opening cans of tomatoes. It was quiet in the kitchen, just the sound of chopping and sizzling, all of us intent on getting our tasks done.

Sounding far away was the music drifting in from the living room. Christmas songs on the radio.

When we were done cooking and the kid was busy elsewhere, S and I strayed in the kitchen for a minute. He swept his hands over my body: breasts, back, hips, then slipped them under my skirt and panties. The warmth of his hands and firmness of his touch was just right. I wanted to stay there all night with him holding me. I leaned up and put my face near his.

And then, he kissed me.