Pessimist

32 - Temperamental 𖤓

"So, are you and Dean willing to come to the Dawat my family is hosting?" Ayesha asked nearing the end of our call. I shifted my phone to the other side, wiping down the counter as Dean stood at the stove mixing some produce. We're having a lazy weekend, neither of us wanting to go out and so we've been stuck in our pyjamas since we woke up.

"Hm, I don't know. I mean, I would love to go. It's been a while since I've ever attended any Pakistani gatherings. Give me a sec and let me ask him." I paused my movements, calling out his name and he broke out of his trance, looking at me. "Ayesha's family is hosting a get together. You wanna go?"

"Ask her when it is."

"He's asking when it is," I said to the phone, throwing the used paper towel in the trash. I heaved myself up on said counter, swinging my legs as my back pressed against the cabinets, watching Dean move swiftly around the kitchen.

"This Saturday. I know school is ending for both of you and so the homework load is heavy, but I thought this could be a nice break from it. And, there's a ton of desi food."

I pried the phone away from my ear, commuting Dean the same information and he shrugged. "If you wanna go, let's do it. I haven't seen Ayehsa's family in a while and to be honest...I'm getting sick of your cooking, Soph. Do we need to revisit those lessons again?"

I slipped a clean dish towel off the rack and threw it at his laughing face, pretending to be upset at him as I finished off the conversation with Ayesha.

"We would love to go. Though, you might wanna take Dean off of your invite list. It seems like he much rather have white people food."

Ayesha laughed, hearing this. "Yeah, I'll be sure to do so. I'm so excited, I can't wait for you to come, Sophia! We'll have the best time."

"Is everyone else coming as well?"

"Yeah, it seems so. Ah, I gotta go now. Zayn is calling. I'll talk to you later?"

"Definitely. Bye, Ayesha."

"Bye, Sophia."

"You are such a jerk!" I exclaimed, setting my phone on the counter. Dean still had an amused expression on his face, seeming unbothered.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. Your cooking is so good."

"You know, just because of that, you're not allowed to kiss me anymore." Crossing my arms over my chest and getting ready to jump down when Dean turned off the stove, moving towards me and stepping in between my legs so his chest was also pressed against mine. My arms were still crossed, refusing to move down creating some distance between us.

"Come on, Soph. Don't punish yourself now."

"I'm not. I'm punishing you until you appreciate me. You know, any brown dude would love a woman who can cook and you're taking me for granted. I am the perfect wife."

"You wanna be my wife?" He said lowly, hands on my thighs. His words affected me more than I wanted to let on, his wide spread fingers over my skin making a shudder run up my spine yet I remained in my desolate position.

I closed my eyes, not giving in. "Dean."

"Sophia." He said in the same tone, moving closer. "Come on, baby. Open those eyes and let me get down on my knees and show you just how sorry I am."

"Nope. You cannot persuade me. I am unpersuadable. In fact, I think I've won the medal for least person to be persuaded." I ended on a breathless note when his lips brushed my neck, my arms slightly loosening.

"Open those eyes, Sophia." He repeats in a whisper. His hands move up and down my thighs, resting at my hips as he starts to push up the material. "I am so...so very sorry for what I've said, sweetheart." Every word translates to a kiss, starting at my jaw and making his way down the side of my throat. "Can you ever forgive me?"