Strings of Fate

Strings of Fate

Cam 28- Cooking and cuddling

I’m not sure how things turned out this way but I’m standing in my kitchen watching as Harry cooks me dinner. He is also messing with my coffee machine which has me very concerned.

“Careful, that machine is expensive and if you break it I can’t afford to-”

“I know, I know. I have the same one at home. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” Harry answers easily. He has the same coffee machine as me? Why? Like seriously, I know how much that machine costs. It is far too expensive for one person living alone. Either he likes coffee as much as I do or he’s worse with money than I thought. He turns back to cooking which has me just as anxious.

“Do you even know how to cook? I could-” Harry cuts me off by pushing a fresh cup of coffee (made exactly the way I like) into my hands. I don’t know how he remembers the way I like it, I think I might have mentioned it once while he was asking his neverending streams of questions.

“Stop fretting, sit down and relax. I’ve got this covered. You’re always serving me at your bar, let me take care of you for once.” He insists. I want to argue, he was just meant to be bringing in the groceries. But somehow I find myself sitting on the couch, sipping my coffee and watching him work.

“I can’t believe you know how to cook.” I comment. Harry shrugs.

“Who else is going to cook for me? I’ve lived alone since I turned eighteen. I can’t make anything too complicated but I have the basics down.” He explains. I can’t imagine living alone at eighteen. I only left my parents house when they tried to marry me off and before that I would have been totally happy living there indefinitely. Most Witches tend to stay living in large family groups. I never really expected to be living on my own and I was definitely unprepared for it. The first few weeks I had so many issues as I had to figure out basic life skills like paying bills, making dinner, doing laundry that I had just never needed to do myself. I was a Witch in a Witch family. I contributed to the household with spells and magic. Chores and other household duties went to those who couldn’t contribute magically, like my father, or we would just hire someone else to take care of it for us. Even now, I feel like I’m constantly struggling to keep on top of the housework. I’m only one person, how can

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28- Cooking and cuddling

work, even if it’s just making or experimenting with my potions. I think I also just like being there because it’s so quiet at

I am.

Harry is dropping himself down on the couch beside me, taking my empty coffee cup and replacing it with a plate with a pretty decent looking omelette on it. He has one for himself too. I didn’t exactly invite him for dinner, but I don’t think I can realistically complain since I did sit here quietly and let him cook for me. I guess the least I can do is let him join me for dinner. Quite literally the least I can do. Kicking him out at this point would probably be more work than just letting him eat, and it’s been a while since

doing now?” I demand. Harry looks at me,

Why? Did you want to talk while

dinner and is currently sitting so close to me that I can feel the warmth of him beside me. Blaming his magic is easier though. How the hell does Ryann stand it? Has she learned a way to avoid his magic? Or maybe she just directs her lust elsewhere and her

for Simon!

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Cooking and

selects a slapstick style comedy about a baby travelling around the city and causing chaos for three grown men who apparently don’t know the first thing

table.

watching a movie?” I

both dressed for

more than willing.” Hat out that if you

roll my eyes.