One and Only

Like It Didn't Even Happen...

"After we what?" he inquired innocently while having faint traces of a knowing smirk on his face.

"After we, you know." I was becoming agitated that he was enjoying seeing me flustered like this.

"No, I don't know. Care to enlighten me?" he implored with a raised eyebrow while his smirk was full-blown now.

I clenched my hands into fists. This is what I wanted. I told him not to remember it, to forget it, and it seems like that's exactly what he was doing. So why did it hurt me?

"Never mind, let's go." I told him as I led the way down the grand stairs. Noticing that Jane was gone, I asked him where she was and found out she went to go run some errands. How convenient.

Upon reaching the granite kitchen, I turned and asked him skeptically, "Do you even know how to make fudge?"

"That's why you're here." he supplied with a 'duh' tone.

"So if I do everything, what are you gonna do?"

"Watch you."

"Watch me? Like a crazy stalker?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"No, the difference is that when I watch a girl, it's hot." he answered, conceited as ever.

I rolled my eyes while pulling my hair into a messy bun of crimson-brown curls. "Well, if you want fudge, you're going to have to help somehow."

"The whole point of calling you was so I wouldn't have to do anything." he whined, pouting adorably.

Again I rolled my eyes, something that was quickly becoming a habit of mine, "No whining like a baby. Now go get two cups of sugar and a cup of sweetened condensed milk, Loverboy."

Noah frowned and walked away to get the ingredients while mumbling, "Always so bossy."

There seemed to be a double meaning the way he said it but I quickly brushed the feeling off and shouted back, "I heard that!"

I heard a muffled 'good' come from behind the closed pantry door while I took out a big saucepan from one of the snow-colored cabinets.

I poured some water into the saucepan and right when I put it on the stove, Noah came out with sugar in a small white bowl. I took it from him and poured it in with the water.

As I waited for the sugar water to boil, I could feel the sexual tension surrounding Noah and I in thick layers. I, myself, was pondering whether or not I should just turn around and kiss him silly, but I held myself back. I've always had self control over myself sexually. How he could change that so quickly was beyond me.

I could feel his presence behind me; he was very close. Not even two seconds passed when I saw his hands appear on either side of me on the bit of granite before the stove. He rested his head on my shoulder and watched the sugar water just begin to boil.

I could smell his spicy, masculine scent on my tongue, that not too long ago, had actually been on my tongue. The hairs on the back of my neck stood just remembering the sensuality of the kiss. How we had connected.

I don't know if he knew or not, but it was taking all I had to not turn my head and 'accidentally' brush my lips against his. Maybe he did know. Maybe he was testing me! To see how far I can go without bursting. But how could he not feel the same? Or did he do this too often to not feel awkward at all? My stomach turned at the thought of him with another girl.

His scent and my nervous thoughts were making me delirious, and in a frantic way to get away from the torture of having him so close yet having to restrain myself from doing anything I'd regret later, I ordered him to go get some chocolate. He huffed a little, but obeyed. My bossiness was reaching new heights today.