Chapter 17 ~ It's probably alcohol

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Grey's P.O.V

Honestly I don't know what I was thinking when I offered her to stay with me, she just makes me feel weird not in a bad way but I get this unfamiliar feeling,

it's now 9pm and she's sitting on a couch studying for tomorrows exam

"and done" she suddenly says

"you're already done studying" I ask her

"well yea what time is it"

"it's 9pm" wait so she's been studying for 8 hours nonstop, damn

"hey I'm about to make late diner anything you prefer to eat" I honestly don't know what to make that's why i'm asking her

"anything is cool with me"

"do you have any allergies"

"no"

"what do you think about carbonara" I ask her

"I have never tried it" she answers

"well everything has it's first time" so I started take out ingredients

"can I help you with anything" she suggests standing next to me

"no thank you, you can sit down and relax after studying for this long" I say to her

I begin to cook and she was looking at me the whole time and thirty minutes later it was done, I take two wine glasses and poured Chardonnay in them it goes well with carbonara

"well milady bon appétit"

"wow it look really good"

"you were looking at it the whole time I was cooking don't act surprised"

"no I was looking at you in an apron" she was looking at me?

"what's up me in an apron"

"nothing you look good in it" she says, is this a compliment?

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she is lying on the couch as I lie on the floor and lean against the sofa with finished bottle of Chardonnay

"I was not planning on drinking" she says

"nether was I"

"do you cook often" she asks

"well yea I enjoy cooking"

"that's good I hate it"

"I know" I answer

"how" she asks and shit I forgot she doesn't remember conversation from last night in the car when she woke up after smoking

"well you just said it"

*flashback from the last night*

I sit on the grass and see Isabella fall asleep on my chest so I took her in bridal style and sat her in the car

"where am I" she asks in her soft voice

"you are in my car Bella" I say to her

"Grey?" she questions

"yes it's me"

"I need to make breakfast" I don't think she fully understands what's going on right now

"you don't need to make anything"

"really"

"yes"

"are you gonna make it for me" she asks me, looking at me with her big doe eyes

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