102 CROSSROADS OF EMOTIONS

ARIEL’S POV

“And what are you doing here?” I aksed Luke, raising an eyebrow.

“I just came to help you out,” he answered, looking around. “I thought you might need a hand.”

“Thanks, but I’m good. You can leave now.” I turned back to the ingredients, to focus on the preparation of the food.

“If I can remember, this is my house.”

“Fine. Stay then.” I said nonchalantly.

As I was about to chop, Luke moved closer to me and grabbed a tomato from the table, observing it.

“What are you doing?” I asked. He didn’t give me a reply. Instead, he took a carrot from the table as well.

“Luke….”

He hushed me, placing his fingers on my lips, looking into my eyes. And as he stirred closer, I began to move backward, all these done in silence, until I found myself leaning against the wall.

“You love complaining.” Luke said softly. “Why?”

I didn’t say a thing as I kept staring at him. I didn’t know if my lips were sealed at the moment, but the power to speak, was not there.

After a gaze that seemed like eternity, Luke moved backwards, laughing silently. He budged nigher to the ingredients, and started doing only God knows what.

“Luke!” I shrieked at him. At this point, my voice came back.

“What?!” He yelled back. But kept on carrying out his nonsense.

“I’m trying to cook here. Stop doing shit with those ingredients!” I bawled at him

He shook his head, with a grin. “But Ariel, you know I’m just enhancing the flavor with my expert tossing skills.”

“Tossing skills? This isn’t a salad, Luke! Get your hands off that tomato!”

“What’s the worst that can happen? A little veggie rain never hurt anyone.” Luke threw a carrot at me.

dodged the carrot, and gaped at him immediately.

gone nuts?”

rude now, Ariel.” He smirked,

landed on the

staring at the part of the wall which had been

  1. up.

turned to Luke and moved closer to him.

look like

a war zone. Can we please save the food

“And since when did

cook most of the times around here. So

even bother to let me have a taste of your

a weird face.

I found

hands promptly. “Like I’ve said, save this food fight for another time. Not now Mr.”

handful of flour. “But where’s the fun in that? Let’s make this a cooking show like no

him a bewildered face.

seriously, what had gotten into this guy

to do shit with the flour, but I stopped

my eyes down. “Luke, if you

off, throwing the flour all over the air. And

we have a magical, flour–filled kitchen. Isn’t it

beautiful, all right.

“I wish.”

“Say what now?”

you up.” Luke moved extremely close to me.

worry, sir.

look like a mess.”

because you made me a mess!”

ean

up this mess,

“No, you don’t have to….”

him. Before I knew it, I was pressed against his chest, the sticky flour from my body coating

at this point, I felt a surge of butterflies in

idea what was wrong with this man. He was definitely

nothing but hatred. Then on another hand, he would begin these actions, making it look like there was some passion for

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