One or Two Things I Know for Sure
Chapter 17 Cooking
"You" he says, pointing at the woman sitting on his island with a wooden spoon "lied to me"
She arches a perfect brow at him, pushes blond hair away from her face and answers "No, I said I would only walk around in the skimpy underwear after dinner"
It amazes him sometimes that she almost has his look of complete seriousness down.
"I'm holding you to that" he says, turning back to stirring the sauce in the pan in front of him. "Also not what I was talking about"
She smiles and pushes herself away from the island, landing quietly on bare feet and walking up to him. Wrapping an arm around his waist.
"What then did I lie about?" she asks, taking the wooden spoon from him to taste the sauce.
"You said you could cook" he accuses, sharp blue eyes glaring at her. She rolls her own eyes, not feeling in the least threatened by his glare. Something she is proud of, because less than a year ago the same stare would have shut her up mid sentence.
"I never said that" she tells him, turning to look at him with hands on her waist. "I'm a terrible cook and you know it"
He snorts, remembering her first (and hopefully) last attempt at cooking them dinner. She is just about the only person who orders more take-out than he did.
"So those cookies you use to bring in weren't homemade at all were they?" he said, turning the stove off and looking at her. He slides an arm around her waist and pulls her closer to himself. She's so warm.
"They were" she answers, standing on tiptoes to brush her lips against his. He is almost forgetting about dinner, because right now all he wants to do it take her to his bedroom and see just what type of underwear she has to show him.
"How? You just admitted to being the worse cook on the planet"
"I never said I was the worse cook in the planet! I just said I was terrible, I'm sure there are people out there who are worse than I am" she licks his lips, and somehow he thinks she is winning on this conversation without even trying.
Damn hormones.
"I'm a decent baker, just not good at regular cooking"
He tells her that makes no since and she just rolls her eyes again, something she does a lot around him, and pushes herself away from him.
"It does too" she argues, and goes to the island to grab the plate she set for herself there. She piles food on her plate.
She eats a lot for such a tiny thing.
"You're just weird know that?" he tells her halfway through dinner and she just smiles.
"And here I thought you liked that"
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Another short chapter, sorry took so long. My comp was being stupid for a few days.
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