Love For The First Sight

Chapter 12

Brooklyn POV:

- Oh my god Bailey! I'm still nowhere, and Chris will be here soon! - I said to my dog, who showed no sign of nerveousness, but why would he be nervous? Unlike me! I managed to put the house in order quickly, fortunately there was no kitchen, but the kitchen. The kitchen is like a war zone. I like to bake anyway, for myself. When I don't have to worry about conjuring up the laundry immediately because someone will see it, or whether the sweets will be edible at all with noble simplicity. I don't even understand where this courage came from. It was as if my mind and body had taken care of it without my consent. Or maybe since he admitted that he likes me, I got a small boost of courage? Ahj, but what if he likes you now, but the more you get to know him and his opinion changes. Maybe I should keep him in the friend zone, because a valuable, selfless friend is worth more than a bad relationship that could cause me to lose him. However, the doorbell woke me up from my throughts. They came. I started towards the door. As I opened the door I saw Him. Jeez, it's still perfect.
- Hi! - he greeted me. - I brought this for you! - he pulled out the bouquet of flowers from behind his back.
- Oh, thank you! - I took it from him. The bouquet smelled divine when I smelled it. - Oh, and would you be the famous Dodger? - I crouched down in front of his dog, whose tail suddenly started wagging and tried to lick my face in a violent way.
- Don't be angry, he's friendly enough with everyone and it's hard to hold back!
- You're so sweet! - I continued petting his dog. - Come on, Bailey is waiting! Come inside! - I stepped away from the door.
- Wow...what a beautiful house you live in! - Chris said as he walked inside.
- Thank you! -I smiled at him. - Would you like something to drink? The cookie, if everything is right, is ready in a few minutes! - I turned towards the kitchen. Chris followed after taking Dodger off the leash.
- A glass of orange juice would be great! - he sat down at the counter.
- I'll bring it already! - I reached into the fridge. - Did you have a good day? - I asked him as I closed the fridge door.
- The filming took quite a while today, but there were great recordings!
- I look forward to seeing you! - I told him smiling as I placed the glass of orange juice in front of him.
- Thank you! Well, if the movie comes out and you feel like it, we can go to the screening together!
- Oh, me and the red carpet parade! Not for me! - I smiled.
- You wouldn't be alone, I would be there by your side! - he smiled at me, and this smile somehow had such a calming effect!
- Oh, the cookies! - I woke up from my thoughts as the smell of the cake became more and more noticeable in the place. However, only I can be so lame that I successfully burned myself as I took it out of the oven. - Ouch! - I grabbed my finger with my other hand.
- Did you burn yourself? - Chris jumped off the chair as he rushed to my aid.
- Just a little!- I watched my finger as the man took it in his hands.
- Come on, let's cool it down quickly! - he opened the tap and lowered my finger under the cold water. - A little better? - he asked with concern in his eyes.
- Yes...thank you! - I said in confusion. - Now you can understand why the red carped parade is not for me. I would probably end up on my back there too and I would have to be treated for a nosebleed there.
However, Chris was still busy with my finger and placed a small kiss on the burn. My face turned red.
- My mom always did this when I was little, a healing kiss. And as incredible as it was, it was always much better afterwards. - he said with a smile that made me melt. - Something better?
- Um...yes! - we stood close to each other while losing each other's gaze.
- Brooklyn, I...! - he began as he took another step towards me, but the barking of the dogs startled us. They played happily in the yard.
- How good they feel. - I stepped back. - Oh! Shall we see how the cake turned out? I hope it's somewhat edible. - I laughed to myself.
- It must be very delicious. - he reassured me.
- If not, I can still offer chocolate biscuits.
- I vote for what you made. - he answered without hesitation.
Oh god, don't say such sweet things. What are you doing to me? That's how my heart will jump out of my chest. At first, as he stood here in front of me, I felt as if he wanted to kiss me. And the thought can't stop my heartbeat. He beats faster and faster.
Calm down you stupid heart.
- Everything is alright? - he asked as he looked at me.
- Y-Yes. Then let's taste the cookie.
- I'm curious.
As soon as I cut the cookie and put it in front of he, I was nervous. But as soon as he tasted it, he immediately bit into the next slice.
- This is very delicious, Brooklyn. - Chris told me and that calmed me down a bit.
We baked for a while, then went out to the garden to play with the dogs. After they were tired, we spread a blanket on the grass and sat on it and talked. I opened up more and more to him as he opened up to me.
- And how can such a man not have a girlfriend? - I asked as I sipped my glass of orange juice.
- You must have read the news about my previous relationships. Some of them were longer, some were shorter...but you know, there was no feeling that, yes, she is the one, I want her.
- And now what is holding you back from finding that girl?
- Maybe my courage..! And why don't you have anyone?
- Because I haven't found the real one yet.
- And what's holding you back from finding it?
- My courage..! - I answered as my eyes scanned his eyes.
- What I said when I asked you out...I meant it.
- What are you thinking? - I played the fool while I clearly knew what he was thinking.
- That I like you...that is, I feel it.
- Did the brave Chris say this or did he have no courage? - I smiled at him.
- The timid Chris who tries to take a step towards his courage.
To be honest, I didn't really know how to react after that, butterflies gathered in my stomach. Even if I admit that I like him, surely we were made for each other? We live in such a different world but...yet we are so similar.