Not okay

I woke up alone in bed. It's only six-thirty in the morning. It's Saturday so we don't have to go to the university.

I stayed still before being forced to get up and look for Kian. I found him in the kitchen. There is a frying pan on the stove. Looks like he just started cooking.

The kitchen was a bit messy. There are ingredients and foods on the countertop. When he notices my presence he glances at me. I leaned against the kitchen door and looked at him with a smile.

"I guess you got up early and cook." He just smiled sparingly. He turned down the heat on the stove before taking a few steps toward me. He kissed me on the lips.

"Sorry about last night. I came home late due to traffic," he explained seriously. I nodded.

"It's okay. I just hope you have texted me. Your wife was so worried." I sighed.

"Sorry." He kissed me again. It lasted for just a few seconds because if he doesn't stop, the pan will burn.

"While I'm cooking, pack our clothes good for two days," he said.

"Why?" I asked