Chapter 8
324 Words
He pressed a kiss to my cheek It's been like this almost everyday after i told him we were mates
I almost jumped out of my skin when I felt his hand grip my ass giving it a squeeze.
"Rowan".
I moaned So he just did that his hands went back to the lop of my jeans.
"What was that for?".
I pouted since he wasn't going to touch me more.
"Your always coming over here and tempting me"
"I would never"
I fake gasp.
He grinned and punced on me tickling my side's we tumbled over onto the soft carpet on the floor into a fit of giggles.
"Come over my house for dinner I am making cookies"
"What kind of cookies?"
"Butter cookies" He stroked my hair.
"I only have one more person coming why don't you wait for me"
I nod.
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"You just mix What's in this bowl for me".
I started mixing as I took in his small apartment, it was a cozy apartment with little furniture here and there, some boxes that need to unpack laid neatly sorted to the side.
"Just moved in?"
I ask curious about him since I haven't learnt much in the past few days.
"Something like that".
He hummed turning the two steaks I watch as he diced some potato and put them to boil along with green peas I realize I wasn't even sturring taking the bowl from my hands he mixed it smoothly and added the other ingredients and set out the cookie putting them in the already heated oven.
"Wow that was so fast"
"My father is a chef I learn everything from him and ironically my mother is a baker" He chuckled.
"That's so sweet are they still together?"
"Yes of course"
I didn't even notice when he started setting the table with the food along with the cookies.
He laughed as I told him a little about my childhood.
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