"Here and I was going to drag him up the stairs and leave the chicken to burn," Lacie says, tartly, but she grins over her shoulder at him all the same. Putting a lid on the pot of rice, she turns and makes her way over, amused at the sight of him (not)cuddling their puppy, who lets out a yip and promptly attempts to lick Kevin's face.

"He might be surprised to find that he wants what he thinks he doesn't." She reaches up, fingers entwining sensually in his hair. "You didn't think you wanted all of this, at first."

(After all, she hadn't either, at least not consciously.)