Christian
"So since you have no culinary experience I think we should start off with the most basic meal that you can do with your bare hands" says Ana as we stand in the first aisle of the grocery store.
"And what meal is that?" I have never cooked before and lets be honest, I have never wanted to. But I know Ana is a stickler for rules for some reason so I will go along with this.
"Meat loaf and mashed potatoes." She kind of cringes when she sees my face turns into a frown. I don't know if I can pull that off.
"Honest this is the easiest dinner. All you do is boil and mix with this meal." She smiles and continues "I promise to help every step of the way, do you trust me?"
Do I trust her? Is it possible to say that I do when I have known her a little over two days.
"Yes I do trust you." I say in a low town and look her in the eye.
"Well lets go!" she takes holds her hand out to me and I take it. I like how she asks me before she touches.
We pick up the meat, onions, veggies, potatoes and a couple other things and head home. I shoot a text to my mom when we load the car.
*At my partners house for dinner*
*Okay honey. Be careful on your way home tonight*-she immediately texts back
We unload everything and head straight for the kitchen.
"First we will make the meatloaf. I will chop the veggies and you put the meat in the bowl to mix." She shows me where it is and she chops like a professional chef all of the veg in less than two minutes. She pours it all in my bowl and tells me to wash my hands. I don't understand but I still do it.
She sets the bowl and front of me and stares.
"What?" i don't know what I am supposed to do
"Mix" she says and she gestures towards the bowl. I continue to look skeptically and still stand still.
She walks up and takes my hands and uses them to mix the meat together. "Don't press too hard because you don't want to mess with the veggies. Just enough to mix the eggs into it to keep it together." She murmurs as she slowly glides my hands through the contents of the bowl.
This felt surprisingly intimate and a bit sticky. She guided the bowl to a pan that was shaped like a loaf and we packed it in. We washed our hands and peeled potatoes and put them on to boil in a communal silence. By the time everything was done we had finally done it, she taught me how to cook a meal.
"Thank you Ana for showing me this." I said as I moved her bangs out of her eyes.
"It was my pleasure" she said. She leaned her head into my grasp and closed her eyes. She picks her head up and she glides her hands in my hair and runs her nails along my scalp. I groan with pleasure.
"Christian can I ask why you are not happy all the time?" she continues to run her hands over my head and I am caught up in her that I don't actually feel weird about what I say.
"I had problems with my birth mother and it hurts to touch. I like to fight because it helps." I say and then it hits me that I just revealed a secret but when I open my eyes I see that Ana looks like she is going to cry.
"Oh don't cry please." I touch her face. "You should never cry"
She looks into my eyes and whips her eyes. "I think you are a brave man Christian for dealing with this on your own. And I am happy to help you with this burden." I know she just worked a miracle that other therapists couldn't.
"Can I hug you Ana?" I say in a whisper
"yes, would you be okay with me if I hugged you back?" she said in a low tone
"Just around my wait or over my shoulders, okay?"
As soon as I say that I wrap my arms around her waist and for the first time in my life, bring someone to my chest on purpose. She wraps her arms along my shoulders and massages my neck in small circles. We stand like this for twenty minutes and the only reason we stop was for the food.
When the food was done and ready she served us to eat because her father left a massage to say that he was going to be getting in late and that her partner (me) has to leave my nine thirty.
While we eat we talk movies and books. It turns out my Ana is a fan of the classics. No wonder why she was comfortable giving me her book to keep. I explain the rules of the UFC and we do the dishes in silence. I have never felt more comfortable as I do right now. At nine thirty I leave and head home.
I walk into the house and it seems everyone is in their own spaces for the night.
"How was your project?" My mom steps out of her bedroom doorway.
"It was great. Learned some stuff. So you know my partner has to come over here tomorrow for the same thing right?" I want to make sure she wont have the cook interfering
"Yeah I will have the staff stay out of the way." I don't know if Ana knows she will have to probably cook around a staff but I will tell her tomorrow.
"Thanks mom. Good night" I say
"You too. How are you sleeping?" she always asks this but with it never getting better. With the exception of last night
"Same old same. Night." I walk into my room and lock the door. I put on sleep pants and shirt and am not able to sleep a wink. It is midnight and I have not been able to sit still and I am genuinely tired. Fuck this!
I pop up out of bed and throw a new pair of clothes into my back pack and get my keys and slip out the window. I drive in my pjs and drive to my prospect of a good nights sleep.
I pull up to Ana's house and I see a truck in the driveway and no large lights are on, only a lonely glow from Ana's room. I test the window and it sticks about one inch open. I tap and Ana wakes up with a stumble. She takes off the safety stops and I climb in with my bag.
"Does your door have a lock on it?" I whisper in her ear
She nods and latches it. While watching her I see she is in small short shorts again and a camisole. She looks a little flush from sleep and she raises her hand for me to come. I drop my bag and take her hand as she leads me to bed. She climbs in first and takes her place near the wall as I come in and surround her. Her body flush against mine feels so right. I smell her sweet self everywhere.
I settle in and continue to stare at her hair.
"I can feel you staring at me. Its okay Christian, just close your eyes and let the sleep take you." She says in a husky tone and grabs one of my hands and brings it to her chest and holds it there, skimming her thumb across my knuckles.
I close my eyes and drift because she said so.
HERES SOME SWEETNESS FOR YOU GUYS.
BELIEVE ME I AM TAKING NOTE OF EVERYTHING YOU GUYS SAY.
I KNOW YOU GUYS DON'T WANT ME TO DO ANYTHING MEAN TO THEM AND I PROMISE I WONT.
REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. I HAVE THE NEXT CHAPTER ALREADY WRITTEN SO HERES A QUESTION FOR YOU.
***Where should they go on a date?****