Sage fastened the apron around himself and washed his hands in the sink.
"We could have ate outside," Katelyn said. "You attended so many meetings. Aren't you tired?" Her elbows rested on the kitchen's counter as she looked at Sage with a pouted face.
"I'm tired. But I wanted to cook tonight's meal for us," Sage answered. "Why don't you rest for some time until the dinner be ready?"
"I'll prepare the salad," Katelyn stated, standing straight. She was quick to reach the refrigerator when Sage's hand slammed it shut, his body pressing on hers from behind.
"Sage," as she whispered, she tilted her head to find his lips brushing her neck sensually, but not kissing her.
"Just take rest, mate. You are more tired than me. I saw you running here and there since the morning," he stated.
