(A little steamy-]
I'd only ever read about moments like this in novels, but now it was happening to me for real. I'd always dreamed of such a time—a magical hour that stopped my heart, allowing me to savor the warm sensation spreading through my chest.
I watched him handle the dough, the muscles in his arms flexing as he pressed his knuckles against the board, a satisfied smile on his face—this was oddly captivating.
He moved with a professional grace, initially brisk and forceful, but then deliberate and gentle as he became more focused. It felt like he was crafting something uniquely for me. And there he was, a captivating sight in my pink apron. I couldn't help but smile, filled with an unparalleled warmth.
His gaze shifted from the dough to me, intense and unwavering, trying to decipher my racing thoughts. When I laughed, he raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, lips twitching with a hint of a smile as he awaited my response. Unable to trust my voice, I pointed to a mirror on the wall.
My laughter bubbled up again as he scrunched his nose while looking in the mirror. It was a peaceful silence, where our actions and eyes spoke louder than words ever could.
I couldn't contain my giggles when he tried to wipe flour from his face, only managing to make it worse. His mix of exasperation and embarrassment added to the hilarity of the scene.
Turning to me with a smirk, he oozed a confidence that sent my heart racing. His mischievous glint and the way he playfully smeared flour on his other cheek hinted at something more. As he slowly approached, my anticipation grew.
Was he going to color me white too?
He finally stopped in front of me, after what felt like an eternity. I braced myself, expecting retaliation with more flour, but instead, he placed his hands on the counter, trapping me as if I were his captive.
My throat went dry, and I raised an eyebrow, silently questioning his next move. His grin widened, teasing me with the mystery of his intentions. Hemmed in by the counter, I felt his slow approach, his warmth enveloping me, and his breath catching mine.
"You said you love Holi festival, right?" His voice was unexpectedly firm, causing my heart to skip a beat. "Y-yes," I stammered, trying to sound composed despite his proximity that made my heart race uncontrollably.
At my response, he leaned in, gently rubbing his cheek against mine.
Time seemed to stand still. I was breathless, frozen in a wave of emotion as his touch, rough with flour, elicited a delighted shiver from me.
Eyes closed, I leaned in for more, only to feel him withdraw and repeat the gesture on my other cheek. My grip on the counter tightened, biting my lip to suppress any revealing sounds.
Nick's slow, teasing movements left me dazed, lost in haziness and just as I adjusted to his touch, he withdrew, breaking the spell and leaving me leaning in for more.
Frowning, I opened my eyes to find him smirking at my bewildered expression.
"Now we're even. At least you know how Holi feels," he teased, clearly enjoying my flour-covered state.
"Oh, you want a taste of Holi?" I scoffed, moving toward the bowl of flour and scooping up a handful. "Holi you'll get," I added, not giving him a moment to react before I threw it at him.
Laughter erupted as the flour settled on him, causing him to cough and flail.
Amidst my laughter, I remembered a scene from an alien movie where a pale creature emerged from lightning. My laughter doubled as I compared the two of them.
"You'll pay for that," he threatened, scooping flour and advancing towards me. I froze momentarily, then darted around the kitchen, trying to evade him.
Intent on reaching the door, I threw flour to distract him, but he anticipated my move, cornering me and retaliating with a flour shower.
Soon, screams, squeals, and laughter filled the kitchen, the air thick with flour. If not for its whiteness, I'd have mistaken it for a Holi celebration.
"Not my hair!" I protested, shielding it from his attack, to no avail. Flour seeped into my scalp, momentarily diverting my focus.
"Found you!" Nick's sudden voice behind me made me jump, his arms wrapping around me from behind.
"Cheater!" I protested playfully, though I didn't mind his warm arms around my waist, and boy, didn't his chest feel-
"How did I cheat?" His lips brushed my ear, playfully, his breath sending shivers down my spine. He was seducing me again!
"By... by throwing flour in my hair," I managed to stutter. "You know it's like a woman's crown," I continued, not making an effort to disentangled myself from him.
"One shouldn't be distracted on a battlefield," he said smoothly, and before I could react, Nick smeared flour all over my face.
His action caught me off guard, causing me to accidentally inhaled a large amount of flour, and choke on it. Nick's laughter ceased abruptly as he saw my distress, rushing to bring me a glass of water and assisting me.
"Are you okay?" His concern was evident.
"That's rich coming from someone who almost choked me," I scoffed once I could speak again, annoyed yet secretly amused by his antics. His chuckle only deepened my irritation. With my eyes closed, I could only sulk.
"So, you're alright," he teased, "Alright then, let's wipe your face, Snow White." Nick's playful teasing made me stomp my feet like a child, eliciting another burst of laughter from him.
I expected him to fetch water, but instead, I felt Nick's hands on both sides of my waist, causing my heart to pound faster, a rhythm rougher than the music, and I almost forgot to breathe.
"You're too cute when you're flustered," Nick whispered in my ear as he leaned closer.
I tried to push him away, but he held me firmly, guiding me to the counter and lifting me up. I squealed in surprise, placing my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as he settled me on top of it.
"I bet you'd be a mess at a Holi celebration," he remarked, moving away briefly. There was shuffling and running water before he returned with a warm towel, placing it gently over my face.
"Just a little? Look at my face; I look like a ghost," I complained with a huff, only to hear him chuckle.
I pouted at his liberties with my situation, secretly enjoying the moment. His chuckle soothed my earlier frustration. It was oddly comforting. I tried not to laugh, but his infectious amusement warmed my heart. It was endearing.
The sound alone sent shivers down my spine, causing me to clench my thighs. It was a reflex, but standing between my legs, Nick's position felt unexpectedly intimate.
Nick ceased his movements, and the air in the room seemed to thicken. I tried to open my eyes to gauge his reaction, but the flour only irritated them further.
"Ouch," I winced, attempting to rub my eyes, but he quickly caught my hand. "Don't touch your eyes; it'll only make it worse," he cautioned. Despite my itching eyes, I struggled to free my hand, but Nick swiftly seized both of my hands, placing them gently on his shoulders.
His fingers delicately pried open my eye, and he blew lightly to dislodge the flour. His warm breath caused my eyes to water even more, prompting a series of blinks.
"Is it okay? Let me clean them for you," he offered softly, wiping my eyes with the towel. As I became aware of his closeness, my nerves intensified. With every word he spoke, his breath brushed my face, tinged with the faint scent of cola he had consumed earlier.
I tried to stay composed, but my heart raced faster with each passing moment in his presence. Even though I couldn't see him, I was captivated by his magnetic aura. I leaned back slightly, attempting to create some physical distance, but his charm held me in a trance.
My throat and lips became parched; I had to wet them by leaking or else I'd perish from a thirst that wasn't for water. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel Nick's movements slow and stop. The silence that followed was not at all comforting, but rather charged with underlying tension.
I couldn't help but be drawn to him, wondering what he was thinking and silently hoping he'd break the silence soon. My heart rate increased as the minutes passed, and I began to if I should open my eyes.
I was probably overthinking. I swallowed the lump in my throat and opened my mouth to break the tense atmosphere. Just then, Nick cursed under his breath, and something warm sealed my lips, causing a screech in my world. I had fantasized about this day, but I didn't expect it to come today.
I couldn't believe what was happening. My heart pounded, and I felt as if I were in a dream. Nick actually kissed me! Like he was really kissing me!
My mind went blank. All thoughts vanished.
It was unexpected yet soothing, and I didn't want it to end. I tried to back away, but I found myself leaning in. Even if I tried, I couldn't resist his enticing embrace.
With my eyes closed I savored the lovely sensation spreading throughout my body. Warmth and softness radiated from his embrace. The kiss grew hot and passionate as his hand angled my head, causing my lips to part unconsciously, allowing him to devour my mouth.
My heart raced as his fingers gently touched my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I knew I was completely enamored with him and his touch. In that moment, the intensity of our connection was palpable, and I felt myself melting into his embrace. It was as if he instinctively knew exactly how to make me feel, heightening every sensation.
We tried to catch our breath as we backed away, my mind racing with excitement and confusion. I couldn't believe how intense the moment had been, and I was at a loss for what to do next, but I knew I needed more. Throwing caution to the wind, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him into another passionate kiss.
I gasped as his hand grabbed my waist and pulled me against him, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist. The intensity of the moment left no doubt that we were completely consumed by each other's desire.
He tasted like fresh mint and dark chocolate, just like his skin. The sweetness of it was unparalleled in my experience. I wanted to consume his soul if that was possible.
This was insane, and I thought I was going to die because my lungs were constricting from a lack of oxygen. His lips left my mouth on to peeper them on my jugular kissing me gently with his soft lips, as if noticing my shortness of breath. My spine tingled as I felt my neck being kissed, and I couldn't help but feel desire burning inside of me.
"Can I?" I felt tremors in my body as I heard a horse and a raspy voice whisper against my ear.
I couldn't stop thinking about his lips, his hand on my cheek, and how badly I wanted to kiss him. Oh dear, My thoughts were too jumbled to think clearly as his fingers were fidgeting with the sleeve of my top, and I knew that we had to stop. I didn't want to succumb to temptation, but it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist. Before it was too late, I knew I had to decide.
I was about to push him away and put an end to the madness, but the man was too skilled at seducing. I couldn't resist his advances any longer as his hands found their way inside my shirt, causing my back to ache from the wonderful but torturous sensation.
It was like fire had been lit within me, and I couldn't get enough of him. But, just in time, the oven made a noise that broke the unknowingly cast magic spell.
Nick, on the other hand, didn't seem to have heard, as he continued with his ministration, which stuttered my thoughts once more.
"No... Nick... the... the cake." I pushed him away and stepped down from the counter, struggling to compose myself. My vision was still blurry, and my body felt warm.
I attempted to walk past him but swayed, fearing I might collapse if Nick hadn't caught me in time. When I glanced up at him, his expression showed concern. His grip on my arm tightened, steadying me as he asked if I was alright.
Was I okay? Absolutely not!
I had just kissed someone I barely knew!
My back stiffened as the realization sank in. I had allowed him to touch me freely. What did he think of me now? Would he have taken it further if I hadn't pushed him away?
Did he see me as easy?
These questions and doubts flooded my mind, and I knew I had to leave before I spiraled into overthinking. I had only known him for what, four days?
What on earth have you done, Madison?
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