Alara
The great wall of pillows had been breached but not by Cameron by me. I woke to have my right leg tangled between the pillows but thankfully no where near Cameron who was already awake and who had a smirk on his face.
He was staring down at me gleefully and I was totally confused by this sudden change in demeanor, this was the first time I saw him looking giddy like a child.
"Who's got you smiling like that?" I grumbled as I pulled myself from the comfort of the bed.
"You," he responded another smirk tugging at his lips.
Ok, I walked straight into that one.
"Have you forgotten already," his voice sounded like he was reprimanding me and it was my turn to feel like a child.
"Forgotten what?" I knew exactly what he was talking about but I wanted to see what his react to me seemingly forgetting our deal.
He crashed onto the bed, almost blocking my path off the bed. I scowled at him, "My pancakes,"
I leant into the whole pretend I have forgotten shtick, "What pancakes?"
And when I say this grown man pouted I mean it, I couldn't contain my laugher. Cameron Grayson pouting was something I didn't know I needed in my life.
"Oh I wish I had my phone, imagine your gangs reaction if they saw you like this," that caused his face to change back to the one I was used the stern firm set jaw, the no funny business kind of look.
"You wouldn't dare," he leaned forward slightly his eyes sparkling with something unnameable, "Those looks are for your eyes, and your eyes only."
I let another flutter of laughter out, "Way to make a girl feel special,"
He winked at me, "Anything for you darling,"
"Now about my pancakes-" he began but I had another idea. I pulled one of the pillows from behind me and swung it at him. Square in the face and to say it was priceless would have been the understatement of the century.
He glared at me with devious intent in those emerald eyes, "Oh you have started a war Alara Mortello," he flung himself forward to the other side of the bed and armed himself with two pillows. It was seconds before he came crashing down on me pillows in hand a torrent of force and fluff.
"Ahhh," I let out a battle cry armed with my own two weapons a throw pillow and am memory foam one, I threw one at him hitting him in the chest and then rammed into him with the other.
I hadn't calculated the force correctly and I went tumbling straight into him. Both me and Cameron fell onto the bed with fits of laughter with only a pillow between us, I was basically on his chest, I could feel the rise and fall with each of his breaths and the dark look in his eyes as he stared up at me.
My laughter died in the back of my throat, we were so close. My breath hitched and I felt his arm circle around me, pushing us ever so closer.
"Not laughing now are you Alara?" the way he said my name like it was dipped in honey it was saccharine sweet and firm all at once.
I couldn't even speak so I did the next best thing, I freed my hand from his grasp and picked up a pillow that had landed next to me and threw it straight at his face. The shock was enough for him to release me and I wriggled free.
I leapt off of the bed and ran down the stairs, "Don't hurt me or you'll never get your pancakes,"
I rushed into the kitchen with him trailing behind me, "These better be the best pancakes ever," he half threatened still chasing after me.
"They will be I promise," I called out before making my way into the kitchen. The pantry was fully stocked and I had everything I needed to make the most delicious pancakes. It was a family recipe that my nana had taught me and I swore by it.
I had all the measurements memorised so I got to work, I tied my hair up into a loose bun and washed my hands thoroughly with the Aloe Vera scented soap.
I busied myself with cracking the eggs into the already measured milk and then adding the sugar before mixing it together with my flour mix, I then folded in a generous amount of chocolate chips, assuming that Cameron would like more chocolate rather than less.
I could feel his eyes on me, intently watching my every move, "If you want to be helpful you can start washing up,"
He shook his head, "Making me breakfast includes the washing up," he commented still leaning against the kitchen island.
"That wasn't in the deal," I grumbled still whisking my mix so that there was an even distribution of chocolate chips.
I heated up the pan and sprayed it with some non stick spray, I hovered my hand over it and felt the heat brush against my palm, waiting until it was warm enough to drop in the first spoonful of batter. There was a slight hiss as the batter spread out evenly and began to cook. It soon became dotted with air bubbles and began to rise slightly.
It didn't take long for a stack of pancakes to form one for me and one for Cameron. Whilst they were cooling down a little I used his coffee machine to brew us some coffee to go with our pancakes.
I found some fruit in the fridge so I sliced some strawberries and bananas, Cameron said that he didn't like strawberries which I found completely sacrilegious because strawberries where by far the best fruit.
We sat down at the small table off to the side and dug in, to say Cameron loved the pancakes would be a severe understatement and underrepresentation of my cooking skills.
He wolfed down the plate in a matter of minutes, a satisfied grin forming when all the crumbs had gone.
I leaned forward a little having finished my own pancakes, "So how was it?"
"Amazing," was the first word out of his mouth, "They were the best pancakes I've ever had,"
I smiled broadly loving the praise it boosted my self esteem a little.
"Worth carrying my bags up the stairs?" I pried.
"Absolutely," he went to pick up his plate and placed it in the sink. Thankfully he washed his own plate, the suds spilling over to the counter a little as he messily wiped off bits of chocolate that had melted onto the plate. At least he washed his own plate, even if he did make a mess of it.
"Any plans for today?" I asked washing my own plate and cleaning up the spilled bubbles on the side.
"Just the usual making sure the gangs running smoothly," I nodded at his response.
"Well I was thinking of going out with my friends," he paused and turned towards me after the words had left my mouth.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, only days ago you were almost kidnapped?" I pressed my lips into a thin line at the memory trying to keep the thoughts of my nightmare at bay.
"I can't let one thing dictate my whole life, I can't just put everything on hold and it's broad daylight I'll be with friends it will be completely fine,"
He gave me a questioning look before he finally agreed, "Sure but first give me your phone,"
I reached for my phone that laid on the counter and slid it over to him. He effortlessly caught it, picked it up and began typing what I assumed to be his number.
He tossed it back at me, "Any sign of trouble call me immediately,"
I gave him a mock salute, "Yes Serge,"
He didn't find my antics that amusing.
Soon after he was changed into his signature leather jacket and black jeans, he was twirling his keys between his fingers, and about to light a cigarette in the other.
"I still don't like you smoking," I said as he reached for the door, I really did hate them.
"Don't worry about me darling," he began to fiddle with his keys pulling one of them off of the loop. He tossed it to me.
"It's for the car I'm going to take my motorbike, feel free to use it," I was excited as I thought it was the keys for the car we had driven here in the sleek black one that looked expensive and had the best plush seats.
But it wasn't. "It's my spare car," he commented.
"Better than nothing I guess,"
He merely smirked and then he was gone, and it felt odd to be alone for once. In this house, that would soon be mine. The lack of his presence did stir something in me as suddenly I felt quite lonely.
I never expected to feel this way.