Teddy walks into their flat, the smell of fragrant garlic greeting him at the door.
“Scorpius, I’m home! Where are you?”
“In the kitchen.” Scorpius’s voice rings out.
Teddy’s jaw drops when he enters the room. The table is set with fancy china, numerous floating candles flicker shadows against the wall and Scorpius is wearing a lacy, cherry-print apron...and nothing else.
“What’s all this for?”
“It was your first day at the Ministry. I wanted to do something nice to welcome you home.” Scorpius smiles brightly. “I made dinner.”
Teddy’s hand slides up Scorpius’s bare thigh.
“Dinner can wait.”