Dark and Light

Chapter 6

The most amazing smells wake me up from my nap. I look at my phone. Holy moly it's already five o'clock. I must have been tired. I will probably be up all night. At least I can make sure they get home ok. Checking my messages, I am shocked when I read Elsa's. It's a pic of her and the two Chris's doing tequila shots with a caption. Sweet Jesus! Evans is so good looking. Lucky Els! "I hope you don't mind we won't be coming back until morning." I'm going to kill this girl. All night alone? With the Adonis? Are you freaking kidding me? I text her back it's fine and that I want her to be safe. Ok I can do this it's not a big deal. He is just a person after all. I am finding easier to be around him now. I'm not so nervous at least. Then there always is wine. I do have to figure out what is going on in my kitchen though first. I check myself in the mirror hanging on the wall in the living room. Not bad. My hair and makeup stayed almost perfect. I hear music. One of my favorite songs. Tom Petty playing American Girl. Interesting choice. I get to the kitchen and there he is. Making me dinner. Dancing a bit like I do when I cook it's adorable. I try to be quiet, so I don't disturb him. Just wanting to watch him for a moment. He moves so gracefully for such a tall man. He almost glides along the floor. This is something I could get used to. He turns to get something and sees me. "Hello there, feeling rested?" He asks. Before I can answer him, I register what he is wearing and crack up. He isn't! "What?" He says. Looking at him wearing my Loki apron was by far the cutest thing I could ever see. "I thought it looked good on me. It is my face on it after all. I figured you wouldn't mind." He laughed "I don't mind at all. But what I would do to have a camera right now to remember this moment." I say. "Is that not a phone in your hand?" He asks. "It is." I reply. "Well what is stopping you then?" He gives me a look I can't figure out. I answer truthfully. "Because I respect you and your privacy. I would never want you to worry about me posting something like that or showing people. I want you to be comfortable here." He sighs. "Sabrina, first off thank you very much for thinking of that. Second, we are two people having a ridiculous moment. Have you never seen a picture of me acting like this before? Because I do all the time. I am kind of a goofball. Third and most importantly. I trust you implicitly as I hope you will me. Now take the picture so I can get back to making you dinner." He grins. Reluctantly, I raise my phone to take the picture. He does his signature Loki pose with both arms up to his side with a somewhat menacing smile. Holy hotness. I get to have that forever. Thank you, sweet baby Jesus. One more he said I go to raise the phone up he said no the two of us. A selfie? With Thomas in my kitchen? He really does trust me. Sure, I say. He stands behind me very close. I'm almost a foot shorter, so he must duck down. Good he smells fantastic. I feel his arms wrap around my waist as he puts his head next to mine. A megawatt smile is on his face I snapped a couple. Not believing this was happening. I went to step away and he held on for a moment longer "May I take one with mine also." He almost whispers in my ear. "Absolutely fine with me." Wait! What? His long arms make it easier than for me. He takes a couple like I did. On the last one he kisses my cheek and I squeal and giggle. "Sabrina." He says softly. "That was the most beautiful sound I have ever heard. I would love to hear that more." Turning with his arms still wrapped around me I look up at him. "I would like that too." Our eyes locked, and he slightly starts to bend down when a sizzle on the stove gets our attention. "Damn! Water is boiling over." He gets the oven mitts and places it on another burner. "Maybe I should help?" I ask, trying to wake up from the daze I am in. "No, I got this. Just was distracted was all. Please sit and talk to me while I cook. Wine?" He seems a bit breathless too. "Yes please." He pours a glass and hands it to me. I notice it is my favorite. How did he know?