Author's Note: So I've decided to do one chapter for each day. I'm going to have five more chapters before I move on. And omg! I got so many views and such amazing reviews! Thanks guys! I honestly though no one was going to read this! Also, I'm thinking of doing a Eric and Sophia fanfic...thought?

Day 3: The Kitchen

Drake watched as Taylor started grabbing stuff from the kitchen. She wanted to make cookies…cookies. As soon as they had finished this morning, she had taken a shower and skipped to the kitchen. She didn't allow him to touch her.

"What's the point of bringing me out here, if we aren't going to do anything?" Drake asked in frustration.

She simply looked up from her measuring, shot the big Atrian a smile, and continued on doing what she was doing. Drake threw his hands up in frustration and went to watch TV.

After a couple of minutes, he heard a big noise and rushed into the kitchen. What he found was absolutely amusing.

Drake clutched his side as he doubled over with laughter. Taylor, the blondie, the queen bee, was covered in flour and little bits of butter and oil were in her hair, as she stared helplessly at the mixer.

"Don't laugh! It's not funny! It exploded!" Taylor exclaimed as she tried to clean herself up.

While Drake still roared with laughter, he heard another sound, so he looked up. Streaming down Taylor's flour covered-face, were tears. Actual tears. Drake immediately felt bad and started walking towards her, muttering out apologies.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to laugh. You still look fine," he says as he reaches her.

His hands go out and try to clean her face, so he can look in her eyes. Immediately her tears stop, a smile graces her face.

"Gotcha!" Taylor yells as she pours the rest of the flour all over him.

He's stunned for a moment before he realizes what has just happened. He reaches for Taylor, but for once she's quicker than he is. She squeals, and turns to run away.

"Taylor…get back here. Remember I will always catch you" Drake promises as he at the opposite end of the counter. Taylor just smirks, and jerks to the left, but runs right, in order to throw him off.

It doesn't work. He is a warrior after all. He catches her around the waist and pulls her to him, until they are chest to chest.

Their eyes find each other, and Drake loses himself in hers. It's like she can look into the core of his every being. To distract himself, he hoists her onto the counter, over her protests, slides in between her legs, and kisses her deeply. He protests die down, as she pulls him closer.

Later, they decide that the kitchen is probably their most favorite spot in the cabin.