Secret alliances

0.31

Meera's Pov:

I woke up curled up like a cocoon pressed against Wes's front.

"Tomorrow's the weekend," I slurred sleepily, yanking Wes's arm around me even more.

A rumble from Wes vibrated on my shoulder, waking me up.

I tried to curl up more but Wes pushed off and got up. I was almost dozing off again when I felt lips on the corner of my mouth. 

"It's almost eight thirty, we have to eat love."

"Don't call me love," I groaned, grabbing his wrist.

"C'mon, up up," He repeated. "Love," Wes smirked.

"Carry me downstairs." I muttered, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Your wish," Wes cleared his throat. "Is my command." He lifted me off the bed and lowered me down to grab my phone and water. As Wes descended down the stairs with me, I remembered that we were going to be alone for a long time.

He set me down on the kitchen island and pulled out the bread and panini machine.

"Chef?" I mused, rubbing my eyes again.

"Yes ma'am." He tipped his head, dropping to his knees in front of me to grab a bowl and a whisk.

Holy fuck.

My eyes widen as he rises back up, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

I cleared my throat, snapping out of that trance. "Um what can I do?" I asked, jumping off the countertop.

"Check the fridge for kewpie Mayo, ketchup and the secret sauce bottle."

"Okay." I swung the fridge doors open and grabbed all three bottles. "What now?"

"Sit down and let me cook milaya."

He squeezed out a bit of sauce from each bottle into small dishes, along with putting some ketchup and kewpie Mayo into a bowl and whisking it together.

I sat down on the kitchen island chairs and held my face in my hands, leaning over the counter, watching Wes slice sourdough bread.

"Play music," Wes said, pulling out the butter.

"Okay," I jumped up and grabbed the JBL from the cabinet and connected it to my phone.

I put on some random playlist and "Cornelia Street" by Taylor Swift started playing.

"Skip it Lyubov." Wes whispered in my ears as he leaned into me, pressing the skip button.

"Where'd all the time go?" by Dr. Dog started playing and I set my phone down.

"What are you making?" I ask, grabbing a tumbler and filling it with ice and water.

"Grilled cheese with pickled jalapeños. Do you have an air fryer?"

"Yeah," I reached down under the cabinet in front of the fridge, pulling out the air fryer.

"Here you go." I plugged it in for him at the counter near the sink.

"Get me the French fries in the freezer." He orders, continuing to butter the toast.

I sighed and got the fries out, lining the air fryer with foil, I dumped the bag of fries in and turned it on for 15 minutes at 425 degrees.

Wes grabbed the jar of pickled jalapeños and took two spoonfuls out into a small bowl.

I grabbed the block of pepper jack cheese along with a huge slicing knife and started slicing the cheese.

"Be careful," He reminded.

"Griffin, I've been cooking since I was eight, don't even." I retorted, arranging the cheese onto a plate and putting the knife in the sink.

I check on the fries and it says there's about 6 minutes left so I sit back down and play with the napkin near me.

Wes starts assembling the sandwiches and places them in the panini press.

"I think I like when it rains." By WILLIS starts playing and Wes wiped his hands off and turned around to look at me.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, holding his hand out.

I smiled, "Yes." Grabbing his hand, I got up and he twirled me past the chair near the dining table. He kept twirling me until we were near the swing, finally pulling me back to him. Now we were in a slow dancing position, him moving for the both of us.

I put my arms around his neck and he lowers his to right above my tailbone, making goosebumps erupt all over my body.

"This is nice." He mumbled, looking down at me.

"Yeah," I breathed, moving us to the right so Wes wouldn't bump into the chair on his left.

Wes started to spin me again, and I twirled and twirled until I almost hit the kitchen island chairs. He pulled me back and I crashed straight into his chest.

I looked up at his, us both heaving from the dance. I subconsciously rose on my tip-toes, meeting his face, we both lean in, his lips ghosting mine, my nose brushing his nose.

I inhaled sharply, leaning in closer. Just as our lips were about to meet, the air fryer went off, signaling our fries were done.

We immediately pulled apart, and I ran to the air fryer, Wes going to the panini press.

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Chapter 0.31

Y'all this was sucha tease 😊

Hehehhe

Anyways so how do we think?

Dw dw imma be nice and fix their relationship soon

Next chapter in Wes's Pov :))))