Martijn POV

We are still standing in the middle of the living room, Miné fixing my tie and collar...

"Here, you are ready"

"Thank you. Now we have to decide what to have for dinner"

"I have a couple two inches tall steaks in the fridge..... Sounds good?" she asks me.

Aaahhhhh..... Meat.

"Sounds great! Especially because I'm going to see you cooking with high heels"

"Wait, do you think that I'm going to prepare your dinner with these motherfuckers?" she says raising her right foot and pointing at her beautiful shoe.

"Yes. You borrowed my car, you have to"

She seems to be thinking about something to reply with, but in the end she mumbles a 'Fuck'.

"Ok, but you will have to help me out with the dessert"

Hahaha..... Does she understand that we are not eating dinner if I only get close to the kitchen???

Anyway....
"Ok. What do you want to do?"

"Chocolate lava cakes" she answers opening the fridge and taking out eggs and butter.

"Mh...... Goodbye diet, see you on Monday"

She starts to laugh and takes out some more ingredients to make the cakes.

"Martijn, do you think you can help me without ruining your shirt?"

"I can try.... But I can't promise anything"

"Then weigh in the ingredients for me, this is the recipe. Here" she says handing me her phone.

Ok, so.....
170g high quality semi-sweet chocolate
115g unsalted butter
31g all-purpose flour (spoon & leveled)
60g confectioners' sugar
1/8 teaspoon salt
2 large eggs
2 large egg yolks

Mh. Easy.
Why so many chocolate for this amount of flour? I don't know.....

She eventually prepares the mixture and puts it into small pots she took from the cupboard, and leaves them onto the kitchen counter.

"We will cook them when we are finished. It takes only 13-15 minutes"

"Uh, cool. But they are 6. We are 2...."

"We will freeze the rest. I usually prepare the full dose anyway and freeze them. So when I want something delicious to eat or there are unexpected guests, desserts are ready"

"Oh, this is a great idea"

She smiles at me and moves to meat preparation. She cuts away the excess fat and seasons the succulent pieces of meat with salt and pepper, along with rosemary and olive oil.

"I'm done. Everything is ready for dinner time.
Now, what do you want to do?"

"Talk"

"About what?" she asks me walking to the sofa, watching me.

"Random shit. For example, do you like hot chocolate with or without heavy cream?" I ask laughing while sitting down.

"Do I really have to answer, or...."

I just nod.

"I like it with. Thennnn..... Favorite pizza?"

"Truffle and mushrooms. How about you?"

"I don't think I have a favorite pizza, I like them all. Favorite subject in school? "

"Maths. Or maybe Science..... Both" I answer.

"Same here.
...
It's your turn for the question"

"Mhhhh.... I don't know what to ask you"

She is waiting for her question looking at me, while I am thinking about a topic.

"Ok. Your favorite song of mine"

"This is hard.... Too hard. But I think I will choose High on Life"

I look at her after she answered, singing in my head the lyrics that suit her the most.

I think I would really walk a million miles just to see her smile.

She obviously noticed my mental absence, but doesn't ask me anything. She just laughs and lays on my chest.

"Are you really singing to your own song in your head?"

"How do you know?" I answer beginning to comb her hair with my fingers.

"I was just guessing"

She starts massaging my thigh with her left hand, squeezing now and then. My arms move under hers to her stomach, to give her a back hug while she is laying on my chest and in between my open legs.

"You are so comfy......"

"Sure, you named me Mr pillow....."

Looking down at her, I realize that her dress allows a complete view into her neckline and..... Me being a boy.... I am just going to take a look.

"Miné..... I..... I hope you actually have a bra on, because....."

She turns her head back to look at me and then down.

"Martijn.... Hahaha! Don't look into my dress"

"You wish....."

"Then I have to stop your sight!" she says turning around, me keeping my arms around her waist.

Too bad that I have one more nice view now.....

Her back is completely uncovered, so I can appreciate her spine running down to her butt.

Too bad this one is covered!

" Martijn..... Don't look at my ass!"

"Sure...." I answer letting my hands slide to her butt.

"I'm going to remove this fucking dress if you don't stop it!"

This sentence could have two meanings. But I'm not going to play with her, so I just move my hands to her hair and comb them with my fingers.

"You are going to make me fall asleep"

"Are you tired?" I ask her with a quiet voice tone.

She just nods, kinda embracing my chest like a koala would do.

"Do you want to put off our date and go to sleep? "

"Noo.... I want to eat that chocolate cake"

"And.... You don't want to spend a romantic evening with me?"

"Absolutely not. I want to eat" she says laughing in my ear.

"That's why we get along pretty well. Food before anything"

"We are both a fat ass"

"You aren't....."

"I grew a big butt since we first met, you probably already noticed but you never told me because you are afraid of me kicking you out of my life"

"Like I'm going to complain..... Hahaha"

"So you like my butt?"

"As much as you love mine"

"So that means your eyes land on my butt really often...." she says getting up from the couch and walking to the kitchen.

"Come on Marty, let's cook dinner"