By the moon, I swear

TRIO ROMANCE

‘Add two table spoons of sugar. Now mix the contents.’ Tristan followed all the instructions to the latter. He wanted to be the best student. More than that he realized that that was the first time anyone took their precious time to bother to teach him how to cook. Even Nana never did. She always claimed that was a part that he would never have to worry about as she would always be there. Now looking back, all the time he got into the kitchen was him pushing to know more about the department. This was it his chance to finally get the hang of it. So far it seemed easy enough.

‘Now add a little bit of the warm water and mix,’ Amber ordered watching keenly. Ever since he cooked the terrible pancakes, she had already put in a mental note to teach him. No matter how long it took. I mean the guy had passion just lacked someone to navigate it to the right direction. That afternoon she was teaching him on how to make chapatis. Her favorite dish in the world. Yes it required a bit of effort and could be really difficult for a beginner but from his pancakes edition she had already known where his biggest problem was and that’s where she intended to begin. Besides she was across him, with her own basin as well. He only had to listen to instruction and follow exactly what she was doing. Simple.

The two of them mixed the contents well. At first Tristan’s dough was too tough so she added some water and helped him soften it. They then moved on to the next stage of cutting the dough into several pieces, rolling, applying oil then rolling them up again. Everything went as well as Amber had expected. Tristan was never one to refuse a challenge and his determination in everything he did proved useful in the kitchen. The real joke though came when it was time to burn them. There is always something about the kitchen fire the male gander literally didn’t sit well with. Her douche bag of a father also had the same problem. Though he rarely helped but when he did, it was only chopping stuff but when it came to actual cooking he always vanished.

The first time when Tristan put the chapati on the pan, he was okay but that only shortlisted until he put oil on it. The next thing Amber knew he was standing about a meter from the pan terrified. You might think his life hanged on the balance. Amber had to admit it looked really humorous for a man who had been in the army to squeal like a girl. To ease the mood she selected some of his favorite songs from her phone and put them own. The tension from his body slowly eased. She took over for a while before he came around and insisted he wanted to try again. Amber of course let him take over. She still guided him step by step. His weren’t as good being a little burnt gut for a beginner it was damn impressive.

Tristan had just put the last chapati in the hotpot when Amber decided to settle her curiosity. She watched him switch off the gas before she moved around him and tickled him. Tristan caught unaware was unable to contain the bubble of laughter escaping his lips. When it came to tickling his body lost all control. William used to punish him with tickling when he was being stubborn when they were kids and eventually he gave in. he thought over the years, he would become strong enough to resist laughter but it only got worse. Soon his knees were bucking and his eyes tearing. There was only one way to save himself from the floor. One way to give his ribs a resting chance, he grabbed a handful of flour on his hands and threw it on Amber’s face.

Amber was so caught up in her little game that she didn’t notice when the game turned around and the joke was finally on her. One moment her face was fine the next she was all covered in flour. Once again Tristan had got the upper hand and she didn’t miss the playful winning smirk on his face. Grabbing a handful of her own she gave him a taste of his own doze. Evening the draw. That was all it took and soon each of them was getting hold of flour and throwing it on the other. The kitchen was filled with laughter. True joy between two friends having fun except each of them had the burning desire to conquer the other. To pull the other into their arms. To kiss and drink form the other until their lips were swollen. Amber who had already had a taste of his lips. The memory still freshly engraved and Tristan who relieved the past as it was yesterday.

Soon the game took different turn. There was more touching. The room spun becoming small. The space so small pushing them together. The atmosphere tense with lust. The mind shutting off all right ideas and screaming for them to take a chance. Their lips wetting shaking from the anticipation of what is to come. Both trapped in their own world unaware of what was going on around them. Eating each other up with their eyes. Amber had just put her fingers on Tristan feeling the electricity between them when she was yanked from behind, crashed to anothers chest and lips.

When they say the devil gets off from the misery of others it’s true. Once again Amber found herself in the wrong man’s arms hurting the man she truly had feelings for. To make matters worse Tristan stormed out and she couldn’t break the kiss. Gabriel’s kiss were tight on hers while all she felt was the need to vomit. In her head Gabriel was more than a friend. She now came to consider him as a brother and kissing him felt like blasphemy. When she finally managed to shove him aside, she ran upstairs to Tristan’s room. No she wouldn’t let him suffer again and she was tired from running from her feelings.