Am one of the worst cook, living with only boys alone you don't get the chance to do that. My brother stopped cooking for us when he went to college and we were left with the nanny to cook for us. My mom on the other hand didn't care if we ate or not, she was the one to teach me about the lady's stuff but mostly I learnt them from my nanny. Right now I don't know how the love of a mother feels like nor have I ever reached in the kitchen apart from the time I almost burnt the kitchen trying to cook for my brother. It was his birthday and I wanted to surprise him but it turned out I burnt every dish.
I breathed out as I looked at the ingredient in front of me, I really don't know how you to do them. At least I know how to hold a knife. I looked behind to see Mykel looking at me curiously while he ate an apple comfortably. I had told him to go but he refused and said he was going to watch me cook, that he wants to see how I cook. I don't have the right to tell him not to so I let it be. Why did I volunteer to cook in the first place? Shit I cussed as I took the remaining half onion since he had already chopped half of the onion onions and I started my work. I don't know if am doing it right but seriously this looks like a cow's food. I heard a laughter beside me and I glared hard at him but he couldn't stop laughing.
"Are you cooking for cows because I don't think any human being could eat that" he said and I became even more embarrassed.
"Is that a way to complement me because I don't need one from you?" I said pissed
"Sweet heart, am not complementing but if you think so I don't mind" he said with a chuckle. Sweet heart? Why did he call me that? But it sound so good when he says it.
"I haven't been in the kitchen for while that's why" I said instead because there is way am going to tell him I don't how to cook.
"I don't believe you, but I will let it slide if you help me out" he said as he took the knife from me. Our hand brushed and for a moment my breathing stooped. why is my body reacting to everything about him. if I don't control this body of mine so many things can happen and I don't want to know what it is not now not never. I breathed out and then it hit me. Why should I help him? First, he is a stranger I don't know and second am letting him the kitchen since I can't cook
"Why should I help you? I don't know you" I told him but he chuckle.
"you know me, too well Denise" he said and I had to look at him again maybe I don't remember him or he was so far away and I couldn't see the difference but I can't see any familiar thing about him. His black hair shining at the kitchen lights and it separate into pieces and its dump from the wetness and it looks so sexy. His face is so spotless you can't find a flaw anywhere. His eyes, I can't see because he is cutting the garlic but his eyelashes are much bigger than mine and I envy him. His straight nose fits perfect with his diamond shaped face. His red lips looks so ….
"Stopping looking at me like that, or I will eat you up" he said jolting me from my thoughts and my face flushed in embarrassment.
"Eat me up? Why would you eat me up? Am not food and beside I just wanted to see if I can remember from close view" I said and he fully looked at me with a smirk. Why does he like smirking? He looks so damn handsome and I can't help myself than looking at him. My heart skipped up a bit and his eyes gazed at mine like it was looking for something in mine and I feared he might see my soul.
He smiled at me then he removed his gaze from mine and I breathed out. "I can help you remember me, but I don't know how you will react once you do." He said as he walked to the tap and washed the pepper and then kept them at the chopping table.
"Is it something good or bad?" I asked and he turned to me and smiled.