“I could get used to this, coming home to a hot meal." His teasing made me put up an attitude as a defense, which only spurred on his amusement. Hot as he may be, he was also a fucking bastard. Taking the spatula, I cut a sliver of hot meat off and he caught it, popping it into his mouth. "You would be able to catch that," I muttered, my mouth trying not to jerk up into a smile as I turned my attention back to the pan.”
Book:Dirty Lying Dragons