Andrew Scott Imagines

#68

Imagine coming home to find the kitchen an absolute mess with flour, sugar, eggs and all sorts of ingredients all over the floor and surfaces. Andrew has an apron over his bare chest and stained trousers. There's raw cake mix on the corners of his mouth and on his hands. Somehow he's even got some on his nose and a smidge on his cheek. Spoon in one hand, he scoops you in for a kiss and you finish up the baking together.