Something about it tasted not quite right.
I was rushing around for the holidays, trying to bake up as much stuff as I could for my family's Christmas party and I was having great difficulty making"simple" pastry dough. I loved baking. I baked all the time when I was alone in my tower. Why couldn't I do this? It would either become too sticky or not sticky enough, never a happy medium.
I threw the pastry dough down on the counter in frustration. A cloud of flour puffed up and flew all over my face and the entire counter top. I let out a frustrated yell and sat down on the floor. This Christmas was going to be a disaster.
I heard footsteps coming from outside the hallway. I tried to hide my face from whoever was about to walk in. I was still pretty awkward around the castle and I didn't need any more embarrassment on my part.
"Blondie, you in here?" I heard him say
"Oh crap." I thought to myself "Eugene please go away." I mumbled with my head down
"Woah," he said looking around "Um…what happened here?"
I looked up and glared at him and he winced.
"Ok I am sorry I asked." He said as he sat down next to me.
"I just can't seem to do anything right!" I yelled as I finally broke down and cried.
He snickered and wrapped his arms around me, turning me so that my back was to his front and I was nestled right up next to him. He began running his fingers through my unusually short hair.
After a few moments had past between us he picked me up bridal style and set me on the counter.
"Ya know," he said with a smirk "you did do one thing right… you met me."
Before I could say some sarcastic remark he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. A delicate, sensual kiss that made my toes curl and made a funny feeling rise in my stomach. It was a feeling I had become very familiar with these past few months.
Still kissing me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me up to our room.
Baking could wait for now.