In the morning, Kate and I have breakfast early before she leaves to spend the day with her family Christmas shopping. We live over the road from each other so it's literally a two second walk. Today, I have zero plans. My mom and dad have both gone for a spa day and Jose and Gia are both with their respective halves.

I sigh as I go upstairs and flop onto my bed, resting my head in the pillows. I'm so bored.

I watch TV for a few hours and then decide to make myself chocolate brownies. It will take a while and hopefully kill some time. In the kitchen, I get out all of the ingredients and then I'm instantly annoyed as I realise I don't have enough sugar.

I am not abandoning my brownie conquest for the sake of a few grams of sugar but I also cannot be bothered to drive to the store. I quickly slip on some shoes and head over to Edi's house next door. Edi is our other next-door neighbour and I've known her forever. She's the perfect blonde soccer mom with three children. Despite being a little annoying at times, we get along well and she has absolutely everything you'd ever need to borrow. Literally. I'll bet if I asked for a spare kidney she'd fish it out of one of her mary-poppins cupboards.

I knock her door and when she doesn't answer I knock again harder. It doesn't take me two seconds to realise she isn't in. I'm so frustrated! Why does the damn world not want me to make brownies today? I stomp back to my house but then my eye catches Christian's house. He's busy dragging a big tree inside of his house and he looks absolutely stunning. Even in a plain t-shirt and jeans. He is so cute and I wonder if he's got some sugar I could borrow. Actually who am I kidding? The brownies are long forgotten. Now, I'm just taking advantage of the perfect opportunity I have to speak to him. His door is still open as I make my way over and walk inside slowly.

"Christian?" I say quietly.

I'm in the front entrance to his house and it's beautiful. Rich mahogany woods and glistening white walls. He has very good taste. I wonder why he's not answering as I take another step and then I hear soft music coming from his living room. I think he's listening to Christmas songs. Oh he's adorable. I feel rude walking into his house any further so I call out his name again, this time a little louder. He must hear me because he turns the music off and I hear his footsteps as he makes his way out to me.

He looks surprised to see me standing in his house. Surprised and very confused.

"Anastasia?" He says.

I almost melt into a puddle and I feel hypnotised looking into his beautiful grey-blue eyes. He has never said my name before and it sounds so good coming from his lips. He makes it sound like a song.

"I, uh," stop stuttering you idiot! "I was wondering if you had any sugar that I could borrow?" I continue, fidgeting from one foot to the other. I'm a nervous wreck. "I'm making brownies and I ran out."

He looks amused for a second and then nods and disappears into the kitchen. A few seconds later he comes back with a bag of sugar. He hands it to me and I go to take it but then he pulls it back. Now it's my turn to be confused.

"I'll give you this, but only if you promise to bring me a brownie afterward," he says with a smile.

I blush and he smiles some more. I think he's teasing me but I nod anyways and take the sugar. I quickly retreat from the house, my cheeks still heated, and I swear I hear him chuckle as I close the door.

2 hours later and my brownies are ready. They're absolutely delicious. I know I have to take Christian one over but I'm nervous. Even though he was nothing but nice to me earlier this afternoon, he is still the most intimidating person I have ever met. He eludes confidence and the way he's so at ease with himself is one of the most attractive traits a person can have. I want him to eat the brownie while it's still warm so I take over a few on a plate.

With trembling hands, I knock the door and he opens it straight away. He looks as if he's just had a shower, his hair is slightly damp and – oh God. He's shirtless with a pair of joggers slung low on his hips. I feel my mouth go dry as his eyebrows raise and I swallow the lump in my throat.

"I brought you your brownies, as requested," I stutter as I hand him the plate. He eats a whole one straight away, closing his eyes in pleasure.

"Best brownie I've ever tasted," he comments, looking down at me.

He's so much taller than me. I never realised just how tall he was before.

"You really like them?" I say quietly.

I don't know why it means so much to me that he enjoys my baking but it does. I find that I'm valuing his opinion more than anybody's.

He nods and breaks off a piece of the second one.

"Open," he instructs, holding it to my mouth.

I do as he says and open my mouth and he places it inside before swiping his thumb over my bottom lip. I struggle to breathe evenly at the contact of his skin.

"Such pretty lips," he murmurs.

Blood rises to my cheeks and he smiles gently.

"Well don't stand in the cold," he finally says, pulling away. He stands to the side and motions for me to come into his house.

"Come in Anastasia," he says quietly.

I walk into the house, feeling a thousand different emotions, and then he closes the door behind me.

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