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17

Love's POV

In my twenty-two years of life on Earth, I realized it's the little moments that mean just as much as the bigger ones.

I cherish every little thing because tomorrow, it could be gone with no explanation.

Much like Lorenzo.

He felt like an enigma. Surreal, even.

As I stood behind my kitchen island, I watched him as he mixed the ingredients of the cookie batter together in a bowl.

It reminds me of the first time I caught him baking cookies for me at my parents house.

He was so entranced—so focused on the task at hand, he didn't realize how good he looked doing it. His curly hair was covering his forehead, and a little bit of his eyes, but he didn't let it get in his way.

His arms were so perfectly muscular, and his face was perfectly sculpted.

"Are you paying attention? Because I've made a new recipe in the time I've been away."

My eyes moved from his arms to his hands kneading the dough. "Yes, I'm fully paying attention." Not.

"Good. Did you preheat the oven?" He asked, still concentrated on the dough.

"Yes, Lorenzo." I started to get annoyed at how long this was taking. "How long will you do this? It's been ten minutes."

He turned to face me. "If you don't like the pace I'm working at, then come do it yourself." He says, and I throw my hands up in defeat, along with a smile.

I laugh, and move closer to him to show him my hands. "I just got a manicure—"

Lorenzo took my wrists, and brought them to the clear bowl which he was kneading the dough. He stood behind me. Close enough that I could smell the cologne he wore. "I'll pay for them next time. Happy?"

"Very." I sweetly smiled.

He rested his hands on top of mine, having complete control of what I was doing. When he moved his hands, mine moved as well.

We were like two birds in sync. Even though he had the control, I had the pleasure of being controlled. The warmth of his hands warmed mine, and a wave of happiness ran through me.

I missed this. Us. Having parts of his body on mine.

"Be gentle. You don't want to ruin the texture." His breath was on my neck, and it made the hairs on it stand. Having him this close was dangerous.

The smell of the cookie dough filled the room, as well as the sound of a movie Lorenzo had put on before we began.

I suggested music, but his rebuttal was, "It would be too distracting. You need to focus on the task at hand, Lovebug."

"Yes, sir." I said, following his instructions. "Can you fix me a glass of wine? My hands are a little tied right now." I gestured my head to my hands covered in the mixture.

"Where do you keep the glasses?" He asked, his hands leaving mine.

They were cold now without his presence so near.

"Behind me, top cabinet." I told him, and I heard the shuffles of his steps.

I looked over to my left, and saw him gracefully pouring me a glass of wine. "There's beer in the fridge if you want some."

"Is it poisoned? I figured you wouldn't offer me anything unless it would lead me to my death." He joked, and I saw a small smile on his face.

"You wish." I scoffed, followed by a smile. "Am I almost done? My arms are getting tired."