Flight 1

Chapter 28

Kayla

I stood in the kitchen, cooking dinner for Donte's ass. I'm pretty proud of myself. I've created some good ass meals. Those cooking classes in highschool must have payed off.

Donte stood behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, whispering stupid things in my ear.

"Babe, move." I giggled.

"What are you making for me?" He asked, kissing down my neck.

"Food, and I'm not going to be able to cook with you down my back." I rolled my eyes.

He chuckled and let go of me. He sat down and frowned. I ignored him and continued on with the food.

"Why don't you let me love you?" He asked.

I shook my head. "Shut up." I smiled.

I turned down the stove top and turned around towards Donte. He was sitting down, staring at me.

"What?" I quirked my eyebrow, and took two bottles of water out of the fridge.

"Nothin'." He smiled. I sat down in the chair next to him and chugged down the bottle of water. "Damn, thirsty?" He said.

"God, why is it so hot in here?" I complained, fanning my hand infront of my face.

"It's not hot." He said.

I got up and walked towards the thermometer and put the air on. It was only seventy degrees outside, but I felt like I was dying.

"I turned the air on Donte." I told him.

"Aw, why? Now my toes are gonna be cold." He said, looking down at his bare feet.

I laughed. "Put some socks on then." I continued laughing.

He smiled at me and pulled my body out of the seat I was sitting on, onto his lap. He put his hand over my mouth, I was still laughing. I bit his hand and got off of his lap.

"Ew, what the fuck?" He screwed up his face and wiped his hand on his pants.

"Don't touch my face Donte." I looked at him as he acted as if my saliva was poisenes acid. He held my face and turned it towards him.

"Why?" He pressed his lips against mine and let go of my face.

He started kissing me deeply, as I just sat there, kissing him back.

A smell of smoke lingered the room, and attacked my nostrils. My eyes began watering and it got warmer. I stopped kissing him and yelled.

"Oh shit!" I panicked as the food I was cooking was burning, and on fire.

"Wha-" Donte began saying, until he turned his head. "Damn Kayla."

I got a cutting board from under the cupboard and staring fan away the fire, but it did no help. I didn't know what to do. The fire wasn't big, but it covered almost the whole stove top.

Donte just stood there, shaking his head at me. "Donte! Do something, help me!" I yelled at him, still fanning it.

He walked towards me and snatched the board out of my hand, throwing it across the room. He poured water all over it, and it went out.

I looked at the food, it was black as hell.

"Well the meal was great baby." He laughed. His sarcastic ass...

"Why are you so calm, the whole house could have burned down."

He chuckled. "You're over exaggerating, it wasn't even that big."