Title: Believe Me
Warnings: SMUT! ALL THE SMUT!
Author’s Note: I was bored and this popped into my filthy mind. Apologies, children. I do have some non-smutty imagines coming out in the near future if this isn’t your speed. Lemme know what you think!
You shouldn’t have come to Texas, you realized that now as you sat at the kitchen counter, watching Tyler prepare dinner for the two of you. You thought the distance between Texas and home would give your feelings a chance to cool down; you couldn’t have been more wrong. When Tyler greeted you at the airport, much to your chagrin, you realized he was just as friendly, just as enjoyable, and just as perfect as he had always been. Listening to kitschy, antiquated anecdotes had never been your thing, but “distance makes the heart grow fonder”? Yeah, that’s what you were experiencing.
“When did you learn how to cook?” you asked incredulously, watching him deftly chop through a small pile of basil leaves. “That’s like, Iron Chef level skill.” you said.
“I guess I’ve learned a lot in the past few years.” he said with a smirk, rolling his eyes at your comment. “In Boston, I had to learn to feed myself, you know?” He scraped the greens up with the edge of his knife, depositing them in the pan that sizzled beside him on the stove.
“Is this how you get all the girls, Ty? Make them something delicious to seduce them?” you joked, your own heart dropping as you thought about him doing this with other girls. Lots of other girls.
The smirk dropped from his face as he turned, grabbing the salt and pepper shakers from the cabinet behind him. “First, you haven’t tried anything yet. You have no idea if it’s delicious or not.” he said, turning back to the stove, grinding some pepper into the pan. He glanced up at you before continuing. “And I’ve never cooked for a girl before.” he said, his brown eyes holding your gaze. “You’re my first.”