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.

carrot, and gaped at him immediately.

gone nuts?”

rude now, Ariel.” He smirked, and threw a tomato in my

landed on the wall,

the part of

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Luke and moved closer to him. “What are you doing?”

does it look like I’m

a war zone. Can we please save the

an eyebrow. “And since when did this place become

cook most of the times around here. So

times, and you can’t even bother

a weird

eyes downward, and I found his

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

fun in that?

gave him

gotten into this guy

with the flour, but I stopped

my eyes down. “Luke, if you throw that flour,

throwing the flour all over the

magical, flour–filled kitchen. Isn’t it beautiful?” Luke

beautiful, all right. But

grinned. “I

“Say what now?”

Luke

backwards, “Don’t worry, sir. I’m

like a

made me a mess!”

ean

clean up this mess, alright?”

my head. “No, you don’t have

hand firmly grasped mine, tugging me towards him. Before I knew it, I was pressed against his chest, the sticky

closer to him. And at this point, I felt a surge of butterflies in my stomach as our

this man. He

that the feeling he had for me was nothing but hatred. Then on another hand, he would begin these actions, making it look like there was some passion for me right within him.

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