CARMELO
I wanted to taste those lips. I swear to God, I DID!
But I also knew better not to. Who was going to stop me when I unleashed my five years pent up emotions on her? Who exactly? Because she obviously wasn't. She stated that herself. Veins popped on my neck, blood shooting to my center. Fuck! My head dropped.
I tapped the button on the wall, increasing the water temperature, bracing my hand against it as the cold water trickled down my body. I wished I could dive in ice instead. Maybe then it would dissolve the heat in my body. The fact that she wanted it so desperately messed up with my senses. Hell, I wanted her desperately. But I also had a family custom to follow as the first child. Fucking family custom! I punched the wall, hard, pain searing my knuckles. I wished I could resurrect my ancestors just so I could unlived them for this painful torture. My lips were trembling as the cold began to settle on my core.
I pulled the towel and wrapped it around my waist before walking out. One day I was going to kill myself from the constant cold showers since she arrived. I couldn't have her yet, not when she hasn't fully given herself to me. She didn't need to say a word, I could feel something holding her back. Call it gut feeling or whatever. And I wasn't going to rush her. I wanted her to want this as much as I did. And not only the sexual part. I wanted a deeper and meaningful connection between us. Something only the two of us shared.
Another issue was what to bake for her. Celia was that much petty and more, always. But I would never endanger her life for one night fun when there were predators out there in the face of friends. She was still young, and didn't know what the world underneath fun was like. But that's why she had brothers to guide and protect her. Our little stubborn princess.
It's been a while, and it's crazy to admit but I was nervous. I baked a variety of things before, but then work pulled me away from many things that I used to do. I just didn't have time for it anymore, even though the passion still remained. I prayed in my mind as I descended the stairs that whatever I made for her, she would love it. There was no room for disappointment when it came to her.
My feet took me straight to the kitchen. As if she felt my presence, her head whipped around, and then a smile cracked on her beautiful face. My heart somersaulted. She was smiling with her eyes too. And I'd be lying if that wasn't the most wonderful thing I'd set my eyes on. I could feel heat on my ears. "I thought you were going to cancel me. Marina just left. What took you so long?" She said.
You. It was all you. I cleared my throat and went inside the kitchen. "I had a quick business call, sorry to keep you waiting, tesoro." She looked at me with narrowed eyes as I stood across the island and away from her. I needed to keep my distance as much as I could. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Of course. So, here is how this is going to work. You eat your lunch over there while I bake for you right here. How does that sound?" The last thing I wanted was for her to get sick because she wasn't eating well. I still remembered her mother's words. She'd ask her to eat well and I took it upon my hand to make sure she did. She nodded. "Cool."
A moment later, I served her food and thankfully she was eating. "What are you going to bake?" she asked in between her chewing and swallowing. "I don't know. I'll think of something." I wandered around the kitchen, looking for the equipment and lined them on the island. Then I went to the fridge and took out a bottle of water for her.
"Here you go," I resumed choosing the best tray for my use. "Thank you." It came late, but the fact that it came warmed my heart. We would get there. I, for the love of God, never wished to change her. In fact I fell for that burning and lethal fire inside her. But then witnessing her opening up to me was like watching my business project finally getting recognition. A huge milestone.
I wore the apron. "That weirdly looks good on you," she said, pointing at it. "I look good in everything, tesoro." I winked at her. She rolled her eyes. Chuckling, I poured an adequate amount of flour on the bowl and butter and mixed it using my favorite hand mixer. I was surprised it was still working. Then I added the rest of the ingredients. All the while, aware of her gaze pinned on me. Which made my heart drum to my ears. It's just baking Carmelo, just baking.
After a while, I had my mixed dough ready. I cleared everything from the island and dumped them at the washing sink. We'll deal with them later. Chiara was done with her food as well and she was just there, watching my every move like a hawk. Not that I was complaining.
"Now is when the magic begins," I uttered smiling, as I started to cut the dough into smaller balls and then shaped them. I was so immersed into it that I forgot everything else. Only when something clicked did my head snapped up. She held her phone in different angles, taking pictures of me, even when I already caught her doing so. I narrowed my eyes on her.
"What? Can't a girl take pictures when the view is perfect?" she shrugged. I laughed before I could stop myself, holding pieces of dough on each hand and she clicked more pictures, grinning. She said the view was perfect. Something jiggled in my stomach. I shook my head and said fuck it. I ended up posing for her to take pictures instead of finishing. Yeah, fuck me. I was so gone for her and I appreciated every second of it, shamelessly.
Once I was satisfied with the shapes, I aligned them on the tray and then put them in the cooker. Turning the wheel to make sure the heat was moderate so as not to burn the cookies. And while we waited for them, she served me a plate of food too. I liked it so much that I was grinning like a fool while eating.
"What?" She asked, furrowing. I shook my head, "Nothing," I'd never eaten with so much enthusiasm like today. She served me food! She fucking served me food! That means she liked me, right? That has to mean something. Yup, she liked me. I took the same bottle of water she drank and gulped it down. At this point we were used to sharing and drinking from the same cup or bottle and I loved it. Fuck, I would share my last breath with her, she just had to say the word.