Baking With Boys |✔

13. Watermelon Margaritas

After a minute of fuming, I realized that I had left the medical kit inside his room. Getting even angrier at that fact, I stormed back to his room and banged the door open. I had expected him to be in the same position he was before but Brandon was standing there with weight on his uninjured leg, the kit in his hand, all packed up and in place. His lips were pressed into a small line as if he was trying hard not to smile at me. Such a hard task, huh.

I narrowed my eyes at him, strode forward and snatched the kit away from his hands. I turned away to make another elegant exit, but he caught my hand before I could do that. "What?" I looked back and pouted, giving him my signature glare.

"Thank you," he said, a smile lighting up his face and catching me off-guard. 

I blinked a few times, not able to process what he had just said. He didn't just show his gratitude to me, did he?

My mouth remained open, rendered speechless at the turn of events with those two simple words. He didn't give me time to react as he bent down to my eye level. Softly turning me towards him, and without breaking our eye contact, he inched closer. I closed my mouth and gulped, not expecting this proximity. My heart thumped so fast that I was afraid it would burst out of my chest.

He closed his eyes and softly, and I say daringly, placed his lips on my cheek, giving me a small peck.

I felt his soft lips pressed onto my right cheek, and even the slight stubble on his face. His lips lingered for a while before he sheepishly moved back. As soon as that happened and I gained my personal space, the blood rushed back into my head.

Not aware of what I was doing, I croaked out, "You're welcome." Pulling my hand away from his grasp, I made the most logical decision at that point of time and sprinted out of his room and into mine.

Slamming my door shut, I leaned against it, taking in deep breaths to calm my erratic heart beat down. My palm on my face burnt with the heat of my inflamed cheek. A million butterflies fought a battle worse than the fight in the Avengers movie in my stomach. Even my knees felt too weak for me to stand without support. Never had my body reacted so strongly to someone before. I bit my lip and blushed, covering my face with my hands as I slid down into a sitting position. A happy sort of energy settled in me and forgoing my fears for that moment, I just relished in the comfort of being appreciated and being desired.

***

"Do you know why they don't let in elephants in public swimming pool?" I asked Brandon, poking his head that buried in his hands. He looked up with a sigh and stared at me.

I urged him on to reply, and giving up, he said, "Probably because they are too big to fit in here?" He pointed towards the swimming pool area around us in an obvious manner, and I grinned.

"Nope." I shook my head. "They are not allowed because.. they might let down their trunks! " I exclaimed and Brandon looked almost choked. I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing aloud at his expression.

"You know trunks and trunks." I pointed to his trunks and then acted out an imaginary trunk. He palmed his head and muttered something. His expression was conflicted between glaring at me and trying to assess the stupidity of my question (or me).

"Tyler, really? Is that your way to cheer me up?" He gave me a disappointed stare, and I chuckled.

"Oops, I'm caught." I grinned, and reluctantly, he smiled back. He shook his head when he caught himself doing that. I winked at him, happy to see the resulting smile that I had been trying to bring on for the past twenty minutes. "Now that's the Brandon I like!"