I touched her confectionary creation, and she told me off.

Slapping my hands and cursing in her own unique fashion.

No one talked to me that way.

I liked it.

I liked her cake even more.

So, I took her to Italy to bake for me.

I should have asked her first, but I had a feeling she'd say no.

I brought her cat, though-that should count for something.

Now, I just need to convince her to stay.

And forget that little word.

Kidnapper.

I'd prefer lover.

But we'll wait until she doesn't want to kill me in my sleep.