we could scavenge around and see what we can find.”
He headed back towards the bathroom. “Change out of those clothes and meet me in the kitchen. I'll see what I can scrounge up while you're changing.”
She simply nodded as she watched him leave. She didn't breath again until she heard his door to the bathroom close.
She needed a shower to cool herself off. She headed towards the bathroom and went to lock the door that lead into John's room only to find he'd locked it before he closed the door. She shook her head. This was John. He respected her. When she'd pulled away from him both times they'd almost kissed, he simply let it be. He did not force her into anything she didn't want to do.
She turned the shower on and quickly washed herself. She couldn't deny the unsettling fact that each time he'd tried to kiss her she wanted to kiss him back a little bit more. She also couldn't help but wonder how many more times they would almost kiss before it actually happened. She hoped never, but even she was smart enough to realize that probability was slipping from her grasp no matter how hard she wanted to hold on to it.
John was at the large island when she walked into the kitchen. He tried not to let his amusement show on his face. She was wearing a large t-shirt that looked like it swallowed her whole, stopping right below her knees.
She'd pulled her hair back into a loose and messy ponytail and washed the make up off of her face. He knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to look as unappealing as possible. Little did she know, to him, she was just as sexy in what she had on now as that little number she'd had on earlier.
He saw the smile on her face when she saw him slicing up her favorite fruit, and had all of the ingredients assembled for her favorite dessert that he only made just for her. Peaches flambé. She hopped up on a high barstool at the island. His eye wandered slightly as he noticed the large shirt inch its way up as she sat down and fidgeted, showing off a peek of her thigh. He added the peaches to the skillet that already had melted butter and brown sugar. As he begun to stir them, he looked over his shoulder at Liz.
“So, Lizzie, when do you think they will have the art show?”
She let out a hopeful sigh. “Soon, I hope. I will try to call Anjelah on Monday.”
He nodded, and then turned his attention back to the peaches to flip them over. He didn't say much more as he was stirring and thinking. He smiled as he added the rum to the peaches. He held the skillet and swirled it contents around for a few seconds. She was running from him, from whatever it was happening between them. He tilted the skillet slightly so that the fire would catch and flambé the peaches. They were like this dessert, he thought. They were swirling around each other, but very soon, they would catch on fire.
“I'm still amazed by that whole thing,” he heard her say, referring to his expert handling of the fire.
He thought that he would take good care of the fire that ignited between them when it happened. Aloud he simply said, “It just takes careful practice.”
Once the flame died down, he stirred it a little bit more. Somehow he knew, their fire would never die out.
“Is there any ice cream?”
He had just poured the peaches into a bowl. He looked at her and pretended to be annoyed by her question. He suddenly turned and opened the freezer. “Now Peaches,” he said with his head in the freezer, “You should know me well enough by now, to know I would not make your favorite dessert unless it was exactly the way you like it.” He turned around and held up a tub of vanilla ice cream. He added a few large scoops of ice cream on top of the peaches.
After putting the tub of ice cream back in the freezer, he came around the island and sat on the stool next to her. As always, they shared the bowl of peaches flambé covered in ice cream, fighting over the bigger slices of peaches and laughing.
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He headed back towards the bathroom. “Change out of those clothes and meet me in the kitchen. I'll see what I can scrounge up while you're changing.”
She simply nodded as she watched him leave. She didn't breath again until she heard his door to the bathroom close.
She needed a shower to cool herself off. She headed towards the bathroom and went to lock the door that lead into John's room only to find he'd locked it before he closed the door. She shook her head. This was John. He respected her. When she'd pulled away from him both times they'd almost kissed, he simply let it be. He did not force her into anything she didn't want to do.
She turned the shower on and quickly washed herself. She couldn't deny the unsettling fact that each time he'd tried to kiss her she wanted to kiss him back a little bit more. She also couldn't help but wonder how many more times they would almost kiss before it actually happened. She hoped never, but even she was smart enough to realize that probability was slipping from her grasp no matter how hard she wanted to hold on to it.
John was at the large island when she walked into the kitchen. He tried not to let his amusement show on his face. She was wearing a large t-shirt that looked like it swallowed her whole, stopping right below her knees.
She'd pulled her hair back into a loose and messy ponytail and washed the make up off of her face. He knew exactly what she was trying to do. She was trying to look as unappealing as possible. Little did she know, to him, she was just as sexy in what she had on now as that little number she'd had on earlier.
He saw the smile on her face when she saw him slicing up her favorite fruit, and had all of the ingredients assembled for her favorite dessert that he only made just for her. Peaches flambé. She hopped up on a high barstool at the island. His eye wandered slightly as he noticed the large shirt inch its way up as she sat down and fidgeted, showing off a peek of her thigh. He added the peaches to the skillet that already had melted butter and brown sugar. As he begun to stir them, he looked over his shoulder at Liz.
“So, Lizzie, when do you think they will have the art show?”
She let out a hopeful sigh. “Soon, I hope. I will try to call Anjelah on Monday.”
He nodded, and then turned his attention back to the peaches to flip them over. He didn't say much more as he was stirring and thinking. He smiled as he added the rum to the peaches. He held the skillet and swirled it contents around for a few seconds. She was running from him, from whatever it was happening between them. He tilted the skillet slightly so that the fire would catch and flambé the peaches. They were like this dessert, he thought. They were swirling around each other, but very soon, they would catch on fire.
“I'm still amazed by that whole thing,” he heard her say, referring to his expert handling of the fire.
He thought that he would take good care of the fire that ignited between them when it happened. Aloud he simply said, “It just takes careful practice.”
Once the flame died down, he stirred it a little bit more. Somehow he knew, their fire would never die out.
“Is there any ice cream?”
He had just poured the peaches into a bowl. He looked at her and pretended to be annoyed by her question. He suddenly turned and opened the freezer. “Now Peaches,” he said with his head in the freezer, “You should know me well enough by now, to know I would not make your favorite dessert unless it was exactly the way you like it.” He turned around and held up a tub of vanilla ice cream. He added a few large scoops of ice cream on top of the peaches.
After putting the tub of ice cream back in the freezer, he came around the island and sat on the stool next to her. As always, they shared the bowl of peaches flambé covered in ice cream, fighting over the bigger slices of peaches and laughing.
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