Whoa whoa whoa, hold on. Where were these sudden thoughts coming from Bella Swan ?
My heart was pounding so erratically and loud I was certain he could hear, and those damn butterflies were full out fluttering in my stomach.
I found myself lifting my head up to meet his lips halfway there.
Just as he brushed his lips against mine, making me shudder, I felt him pull back.
I stared up at him with hurt and embarrassment. He had rejected me.
Here I was thinking he wanted to kiss me, but I realized I was wrong. He was simply having his fun and I had made the mistake of reading too far into his antics.
What was wrong with me ? He’s my kidnapper, I shouldn’t even be having any thoughts about kissing him.
I looked away from his face, not wanting to be near him anymore.
I felt his warm breath hit my neck as he spoke, Sky, look at me. I noticed his breath was slightly husky.
I ignored him and stared intensely at the sofa. Can you get off please. I tried to sound agitated, but I was pretty certain he could hear the hurt in my voice.
Damn was I pathetic. I went from knocking out a full-grown well-built man, to ending up trying to foolishly kiss him.
Sky. His tone was more clear now.
I felt his hand cup my cheek as he turned my face back up to meet his piercing gaze.
Before I could tell him to piss off, he stared at me, then flickered his eyes to the side, giving me some sort of secret message with his eyes.
I stared to the right, confused, until I saw Dustin’s feet standing mere feet away from us.
I looked back at Nathan to see he was glancing between us, then at Dustin, then shaking his head.
It was a but confusing, but I finally got the secret message.
He had pulled away because Dustin was standing right there. Seeing as how Max had shielded his younger brother’s eyes the last time we had been caught in a compromising position, I remembered just how innocent and untainted the poor confused kid was.
I formed my lips into an ‘O’ as I looked back at him.
He nodded and gave me a small smile, before leaning down real close to my ear and whispering. But I’d love to continue later on. He pulled away and gave me a wink, before getting up on his feet and giving me a hand.
I wasn’t sure if he was serious, or if he was just being a flirt again.
My heart and breathing had finally come to a normal state and I quickly fixed my hair, before grabbing his hands as he pulled me up.
I quickly let go as I was still feeling quite flustered.
Let’s bake those cookies now. Nathan stated, breaking the awkward silence.
FINALLY ! Dustin cheered, making me laugh in relief as his innocence seemed still intact.
Two hours later, I was stood in the kitchen in one corner with flour all over my face, hair, and clothes, watching as Nathan and Dustin were cleaning up after my mess.
I had told him I was no good at cooking. I had told him ! But the stubborn boy wouldn’t listen.
Now he had learned his lesson. As soon as I had stepped foot in the kitchen, I had sent a pot that was simply lying on the drying rack to come crashing down. And that was just the beginning. Nathan had given us all different roles. Mine was to gather all of the ingredients. The first one was flour, which I had easily found, but as I was walking over to hand it to Nathan, he had shot me one of those drool-worthy smiles, causing my heart to stutter which resulted in me tripping over air. That explained how I got flour all over myself and the kitchen…
As if that wasn’t enough proof that I was not meant to be in a kitchen, Nathan had given me a different job, an easier one. The clueless boy thought that leaving me to wash the blender-I have no idea why you’d need a blender for cookies-would be okay. I had warned him but he had just laughed and said that I was being over dramatic.
He was quickly proven wrong when I had almost electrocuted myself, since me being me, I had forgotten to unplug the damn thing.
If it hadn’t been for Dustin’s quick thinking by pushing me away from the sink, the kid had some mad kitchen skills just like his two older brothers by the way, I would have been burnt toast.
Well since the blender was completely irreparable, I had come to the tragic realization that there would be no more strawberry smoothies, and that made me really sad.
And last but not least, the boys had been so caught up in cleaning up after my messes and scolding me, and yes Dustin also had given me a piece of his mind, that they had completely forgotten about the cookies in the oven, causing them to turn into dark black lumps.
And now here I stood in the corner of the kitchen, strict orders from Nathan, far away from anything, watching as Nathan threw the busted up blender away along with their ruined cookies while Dustin scrubbed the last trace of flour from the ground.
I’m really sorry guys I- I started but Nathan quickly interrupted.
Ah-ah-ah ! He shook his head at me, looking all stern and all. Not one more word. At least not until you’re out of the kitchen Stanley. He ordered, using his nickname for me that he’d thought of from Spongebob Squarepants, that one episode where his disastrous cousin Stanley came to Bikini Bottom.
I quickly shut my mouth, thinking it’d be best to listen to him right now. Even though it was a terrible decision to listen to him two hours ago.
Nathan pulled out a box of cookies from a cupboard and placed five of them on a plate, pouring a glass of milk right next to it and walking out of the kitchen to put it on the table for stupid Santa. Sorry, I was just mad because if it hadn’t been for the big old guy in a red suit, we wouldn’t even be baking cookies in the first place…
Let’s hope he won’t mind store-bought cookies. Nathan muttered before leaving.
Now it was just Dustin and I in the kitchen.
Dustin, I’m really- I started to apologize but he interrupted me. Must run in the family…
Stop ! He quickly ordered, putting up a small hand. I don’t want to clean any more messes ! His eyes widened in fear as he took a step away from me.
I hung my head low in defeat and shame as he ran out of the kitchen.
I sighed but stopped mid-sigh, afraid I might get yelled at for even sighing.
Although I blamed the whole thing on Nathan since he was too stubborn to listen to me, I still felt bad that I made them do more work than necessary and ruin their cookies. And I felt bad for killing their blender. Poor strawberries. Now they had no good future…
A hand on my wrist suddenly made my head snap up as I saw Nathan standing in front of me, shaking his head at me to increase my guilt, before turning and leading me out of the kitchen carefully. And I mean very carefully. At one point my arm had brushed the side of a counter and he had quickly grabbed both my arms and pushed me ahead.