“He was wearing an apron. My apron. You know, the one that says ‘Real Chefs Wear Pink.’ Sweat pants, no shirt and barefoot; fixing breakfast.”I fanned myself, remembering.“I watched every muscle of that glorious back contract and extend. He was chopping onions, peppers, and cracking eggs. I thought to myself, ‘Omelettes are now sexy; right up there with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne. And what could be sexier than having him served it to me in bed?'” #coolkitchenstuff #simstories