The twinkle in his eyes sent her heart racing, and she turned away, trying to pull free from his grasp.

Mitchel teased, "Looks like you still need some guidance. Guess I'll have to be the teacher."

"What?" Raegan asked. The next moment, Mitchel drew her closer, her back against his chest.

Before Raegan could process his intentions, Mitchel lowered his head, his kiss far more deliberate than hers. His hands cradled her face, deepening the kiss, leaving her breathless and unable to form coherent thoughts.

The warmth of his embrace enveloped her, her heart pounding against her chest.

After what felt like an eternity, Mitchel finally released her, his voice rough with emotion. "That's how a kiss ought to be."

Raegan, her face aflame, attempted to rise, but his arms held her firmly.

"Stay just a moment longer," he whispered, his voice husky. “It's been two days too long. I've missed you."

His words flowed easily, sweetened by genuine affection.

Mitchel seemed ready to bare his soul to her and weave words of love he had never before uttered.

“I've missed you so much. You haunt my dreams, yet you stay just out of reach..."

There was a softness in his voice, a vulnerability that seemed at odds with the man of confidence she knew.

Hearing this side of him left Raegan speechless, caught off guard by the depth of his feelings, his pride momentarily set aside.

Mitchel released her before making a request. “Tomorrow, I want to savor the porridge you make."

He cherished the flavor of her porridge, unparalleled in taste over the last five years.

Porridge, of all things? Raegan was baffled. With countless staff at her beck and call, Raegan hadn't touched a pot in ages, yet the task seemed trivial.

She nodded. “Alright, but you must let me go now. I need to head back."

With one last kiss, Mitchel let her slip away from his grasp.

He then stood up, offering, “I'll drive you back."

Raegan protested, eyes wide, "But you're unwell."