Chasing the nerd ✓

Chapter 37| Noah (part 2)

"Let's go to the kitchen so you can cook me that meal. You bought groceries?" She asks full of wonder and drags me across the living room, to the back of the house. I'm assuming that's where the kitchen is.

"Let me explain to you how cooking works. You buy stuff, mix them together, put them on the stove and some time later you have a meal." I say sarcastically trying my best to overcome the initial shock of it all.

"Don't be so condescending! I know how it works. I don't do it but I know the process. I meant you shouldn't have. There are probably plenty of stuff in the pantry." She says as we reach the kitchen.

Ok, somebody is fucking with me!

That's not just a kitchen, that's an apartment-sized kitchen! I'm not gonna bore you with the details because honestly I'm overwhelmed. Let's just say is like I'm in an interior design magazine and that alone says a lot. I leave the bag on the counter and she sits opposite me steading her head on her hand looking at me smiling widely. 

"I'm a picky eater and have a specific taste when it comes to food." 

She raises her right brow looking at me in disbelief.

"I'm finding that hard to believe, you inhaled that sandwich the other day from the cafe on campus! You didn't even chew it that much, it went straight down. And that place isn't even that good." She says looking playful and I ran my hand through my hair. It's true, I know that. I'll probably have anything, no questions asked.

"Ok, you got me there. But when I'm cooking I like to have things my way. And by the way all junk food is yummy food, everybody knows that!" I say leaning in a bit on the counter.

She strokes my cheek lightly and holds my stare locked on her. 

"I see you didn't shave. I like it better this way. You look kind of like a bad boy." She almost purrs and raises herself up to give a small peck on the lips. Suddenly I feel my knees a little weak, that they can't, for some reason, support my weight. With just that I'm smitten beyond repair.

Man up, you dickhead!

I clear my throat out loud and take a step back to get away from the little vixen's spell. If mythological Sirens were like her I can finally relate to all those sailors that lost their lives because of them. The temptation is too big to resist.

I roll up the sleeves of my black dress shirt to my elbows and after I wash my hands I'm organising the stuff I need to cook.

"Wine?" She says holding a bottle with two glasses.

I look at her over my glasses and nod as she pures the white liquid in the tall glass.

"So what are we having?" She says after taking a sip from her drink and sits on the stool again.

"Chicken fettuccine Alfredo. You're not allergic to mushrooms, right?"

"No, I'm not. I'm not allergic to anything as far as I know." She chuckles.

"What do you think you're doing there? Sit up, you have to help me here. I'm not doing all the work myself." I state and she slowly stands up.

"Boy, I knew it was too good to be true…" she mumbles and stands beside me looking like a grounded kid. I lean in the counter crossing my arms looking amused with her cute pout.

"You expected me to slave in the kitchen while you sit there watching me?"

"While wearing an apron, yes. It was the perfect plan!" She explains still pouting and i laugh.

"Sorry but that's not happening. Grab that board there and a knife, I'm gonna need you to chop the mushrooms." I say starting to prepare the chicken.

I hear huffing as she chops the mushrooms and I can see that she is struggling with the task. I sigh and stand behind her and stop her.

"Here. Let me show you." I say and place my hands on hers guiding her on how to do this correctly. I can hear her breathing changing and the warmth of her body has my heart beats raising by the second. "Got it?" I feel my mouth so dry all of a sudden.

"Sure, sure. How set are you on finishing this thing?" She says out of breath looking at me lustfully. I place my hands on her waist and lower my head to her placing soft kisses on her neck, near her earlobe and across her jaw as she draws in quick breaths. Finally i steady her face with my hand and pull her close smacking my lips on hers. Her taste is intoxicating and it's not only because of the wine she just had. As our tongues dance in sync, craving one another, her grasp on my back gets tighter, I feel her nails digging into my skin just like she did the night before. Something i really liked and it's worth the scratches on my back.

I bite lightly her bottom lip as we are both about of breath, panting heavily. I flip her hair from her shoulder to her back and try to calm my breath.

"Food first, monkey business later. If you do a good job I might put the whole apron thing back on the table." I say smiling and her eyes light up with excitement. She shakes her head smiling, grabbing the knife once more, turning her attention to vegetables before her.

"You're such a tease.." she whines sounding frustrated and I laugh.

"And I've only just began."

A/N: well, I didn't make last night but I managed it today!! Cuteness overload is this chapter 💕💕💕💕 You can practically see the sparkles in the air!!
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