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Dafydd couldn't help but smile warmly at Hartley's words. The way he always managed to be so open and affectionate, despite his insecurities, always made Daf feel like the luckiest person alive. "Well, I'm glad I've still got that hold on you," he teased lightly, his voice soft with affection.
When Hartley gave him that heartwarming smile, it made his chest swell with pride. It wasn’t just that Hartley was trying for him; it was the way he put so much care into everything. "For me, huh?" Daf echoed softly, taking in the sincerity in his boyfriend's tone. "Well, you're making my day even better with that effort."
He paused as Hartley mentioned his apron, and then, of course, the spectacular 'Accio Apron!' that followed. Daf's smile widened in amusement as the apron floated to him. “Now that's a look," he teased, enjoying the playful energy that Hartley always brought into their relationship. "You're rocking that apron, babe. I'll be the judge of your cooking skills later—after I'm done 'supervising,' of course."
Watching Hartley get to work with his usual magic, Daf couldn't help but chuckle. He could always count on Hart to turn even the most mundane task into something that felt so alive with energy. "Hard at work, huh?" he teased, crossing his arms. "Don't worry. I won't interrupt." He shot Hartley a wink, though, knowing full well that he'd be stealing a kiss soon enough.
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