Instant Match

Ch 09 Bonus

Trings..

A woman quickly took out the cake from the oven. The aroma of chocolate wine mixed with the smell of vanilla from the cooked cake was airborne. He then deftly arranged the pastry on the cooling rack.

The woman then approached a man who was currently busy melting dark chocolate in a glass bowl. Under the glass container there is boiling water boiled in a pot. Slowly, the man stirred up the chunks of chocolate that were starting to melt.

"Is the chocolate ready?" ask the woman.

"Almost," he said briefly.

The man is still fully concentrated, do not let the chocolate that melted gosong like when he took a baking class a week ago.

"It seemed like the chocolate was ready," the man handed the woman a glass bowl of melted chocolate.

The woman took a piece of pastry and dipped one side of the pastry into the melted chocolate and put it back on the cooling rack. Then repeat the steps to all the pastries he made.

The woman took a piece of chocolate-coated pastry and fed it to the man who was waiting to taste the cake.

The man chewed slowly, putting on an expression as if he was a ruthless judge in a cooking competition show on television.

"How do you think about making a pastry that is not sweet, but the texture is very crunchy?" ask the man.

"This is an old recipe that I developed for my husband on a sugar and salt diet. This pastry is also gluten-free because it is made from cassava flour and does not use eggs, so it is healthier to eat as a midnight snack" the woman replied.

The man smiled at the woman in front of him. The clock had shown at eleven o'clock in the evening, but the man asked the woman to make a snack.

"The old recipe you developed? Have you ever made it before?" ask the man.

"Yes, I made it, but I think it failed" replied the woman.

"Hmm, but now it's a success! It must be because I managed to melt this chocolate!"

"I think I made it because I took a baking class!" tell that woman.

The man reviewed his smile, taking out another piece of pastry.

"I know how to make this cake taste sweet" the man put the cake in his mouth and kissed the woman's lips before him.

They enjoy pastries while kissing as they do lately.

"Uhuk, Voren," the woman coughed as she choked on a cookie crumb.

Voren swiftly took the drinking water. Velan immediately pressed the contents of the glass.

"If you want to eat, just eat, not while kissing!" sulkan Velan's.

Voren chuckles.

"Hmm, the problem is that your lips are so sweet," Voren re-coupled Velan's lips.

Voren stared fixedly at Velan, they kissed back as if they had never done so. Velan had even been lying on the dining table, as if he was ready to become Voren's midnight meal.

"My wife, we're moving into the room yeah," Voren said.

Velan frowned while opening the T-shirt attached to Voren's body.

"Why?" ask Velan.

Voren reviewed the smile, letting Velan's fingers play around in his chest muscles. While Voren was busy taking off the clothes worn by Velan.

"Hmm, I'm afraid you're less comfortable, in a much more comfortable room" Voren replied.

"I want to do it here" said Velan as he lowered the zipper on Voren's pants.

"Related?" ask Voren.

"Very sure," Velan replied as she poked her hand against Voren's neck.

Voren kissed Velan softly. Velan closed his eyes, enjoying the touch of Voren's lips which now moved down every inch of his face. Velan's lips became his favorite, the man deepened his kiss, Velan squeezed Voren's hair thick and soft.

In these six months, their relationship had actually improved so much. They rarely fight anymore because they have accepted each other. They just realized that making love is much more fun than fighting.

Screaming because it is satisfied is much happier than screaming out anger. Being in bed to express love is happier than always fighting like time ago.

"ah! Vorens!" Velan bellowed as the wave of release re-strangled him.

"Hmm, Velan, argh!"

Both of them collapsed on the bed after previously doing a love adventure in the kitchen. Velan looked at Voren's face who was smiling sincerely. The two of them were still looking at each other while adjusting their breaths.

Honestly, he was still so groggy whenever they looked at each other in such a close distance.

"Are you looking for my pores? A wrinkle? Black spot? Or blackheads?" asked Voren while chuckling.

"Haha," Velan laughed while holding Voren's face.

That guy is really very handsome. The eyebrows are thick and neat, the nose is so sharp with curves that make mosquitoes slip. Voren has a beautiful jaw structure, firm yet soft. The man's lips are so sexy, once kissed with it it does not want to be separated. Not to mention her skin that was so white, smooth, bright without a stain.

"Hmm, I was curious about your dimples, which one is deeper? Is it left or right?" ask Velan.

Voren developed his smile, letting Velan touch both dimples of his cheeks.

"What do you think?" ask Voren.

"Hmm, it seems like the two are both deep," Velan replied.

"Is that so? But I think my love for you is much deeper" Voren responded to Velan's reply.

"Oh, dreadlocks!" Velan pinched both of Voren's cheeks.

"Seriously," said Voren, then hunted back down Velan's lips.

"Voren, stop, tomorrow we have to take a cooking class, there are still painting classes and dance classes that we have to attend?"

"Hmm, let's skip all the class schedules tomorrow, because tonight is a private class to satisfy you, my wife," Voren grinned.

"Voreeen," Velan moaned spoiled as the man again froze him in pleasure.

...~...

Voren stopped the car he was driving in the parking area on the beach. He got out of the car and pulled some luggage out of the trunk.

Velan was stunned to see the beach so quiet, with the waves pounding so calm. The beach they went to was outside the city. Away from residential residents because the location is so exclusive.

Today they both skipped cooking classes and chose to go on a date. Both of them have been spending time alone. Taking private classes and going on dates has become their daily agenda.

Well, during the unemployment of money, Voren obviously had a lot of time and money to spend alone with Velan.

Voren immediately rolled out a mat, while Velan was busy preparing their lunch. Then they had lunch together.

"My wife, what if we stay here?" ask Voren.

"What's? Stay here?" ask Velan.

"Yes, we can set up a tent, then light a bonfire!" sahut Voren enthusiast.

"Haha, I guess, I don't have a problem, but what about you? Can you sleep well without a comfortable bed?" ask Velan.

"My wife, as long as you're by my side, I don't think it's a problem! If you are tired, you will fall asleep too! " Voren grinned.

"Just look at you complaining about not being able to sleep because of the many mosquitoes!" cibir Velan's.

"Well, if we can't find the nearest hotel, then" Voren immediately put his head in Velan's lap.

Velan stroked Voren's thick hair and still with a soft purple color.

"Voren, why haven't you restored your hair color yet?" ask Velan.

"My wife, my hair can be damaged if it changes color too quickly" replied Voren.

"Why should you dye your hair if you're afraid your hair is broken?" ask Velan.

"I just want to change the atmosphere and want to make you fascinated with my good looks," Voren chuckled.

"Damn! Excuse me!" Velan ruffled Voren's hair with anxiety.

Voren immediately grabbed back Velan's lips, the two kissed back.

"Miss Velan?" 

The greeting made Velan immediately release Voren's kiss. Velan's eyes were immediately fixed on several pairs of eyes that were directed at him and also Voren.

"Mr Daren!"

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