Dorkily Ever After

Chapter 19 ~ PMSing?

Lianna Camp's point of view

"Just a little taste." She said exasperatedly.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

Lianna made lasagna on her own, without any -- as in any -- help from the professinal, like me.

Okay, that was a joke.

"Don't you raise an eyebrow at me!" She hissed. "I've made that for about 2 hours." She pouted her lower lip.

"Alright, fine." I messed her hair up while chuckling at her cuteness.

Cuteness, huh?

I took a bite from it and...

It tasted a little bit like crap. You know what I mean?

It's too salty, it's... Ewgh.

Even dogs wouldn't eat this shit.

"How does it taste?" She asked.

I didn't realized that I haven't swallowed it yet when she talked to me. "Great." I lied.

I know it's so not good to lie with her but... She kept trying and she made this thing for 2 freaking hours.

I don't want her to feel bad.

"Really?" She asked nervously.

"Really really." I just smiled.

She then, took a taste and spiited it out in her hands.

"Dorky!" I yelled. "That's disgusting!" I said while backing off.

She just rolled her eyes one me and threw it on a trash bin. "You're a liar." She said calmly as possible.

She washed her hands and continued, "I can't believe you're actually trying to make me feel better."

"I'm glad you know me enough to actually guess that I'm just trying to make you feel bet--" "Even if I just met you now I could say!" She yelled. "It's clearly not great. It sucks!" She said. "Big time."

She then sat in front of my lap and what the fuck?!

"W-wo--" I stopped when she quickly hugged me and said, "I didn't burn anything." I felt her lower lip pout again.

I bit my lip from... You know why I bit my lip.

"That's not bad at all." She said with her voice almost cracked.

Is she gonna cry? I tapped her back and tried to comfort her. I must say, I'm actually good at this thing.

But not from stopping my own hands to touch her ass.

Which my lap accepts with gratitude.

"You're mean." She quickly said.

"I-I'm what?" I asked.

I closed my eyes trying to focues on my horny hands before it touches her butt.

And yes, my hands are the horny ones not me.

Fuck it.

"I said you're mean." She repeated.

I'm mean?

Does she know how hard it is not to make her feel...

Feel my my fucking boner right now?

Because if there are any, I wouldn't be surprised.

"W-why would I--" "Because I know that you are just ashamed of me." She said.

"In what way exactly?" I asked confusedly.