Maggie Norris and Luke Vaudest come with attitudes of stone-cold, rude, sarcastic snakes. Every single time the pair have clashed, it has never ended up being a good thing. The two are more than fine with never crossing paths, again.
Until Maggie d...
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"Someone in the middle of all our long talks, silly jokes, and stupid little fights, I fell in love." —Anonymous
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Chapter 44 <—————————————>
Maggie
To my side, I passed Fang another section of my leftovers. When he licked the corner of my wrist as a thank you, I leaned down to grin at him, before shooing him off.
I chuckled at Fang's backside, watching him tread off. Just as I went to turn, I heard Luke grunt, "You both just love being a pain in my ass, don't you?"
I searched for Fang, but he was long gone, now. Traitor.
Turning back to Luke, I offered an innocent smile. "That, or maybe you're just way too mistrusting."
He shot an eye roll my way, then returned to his batter.
It was midnight, now. I wasn't quite sure what woke me up, but it was impossible to get back to sleep, afterwards. I tried to not bother Luke, but the moment I shifted, he was waking up.
I knew he was tired, especially after working on the shop all this evening, but he wouldn't go to sleep if I wouldn't. Instead, he got out of bed to stay up with me until I grew sleepy, again.
Ever since then, we'd been up, baking, and with Harry Potter playing on my laptop. It was surely a turn of the night, my life, really.
I had Luke baking and watching movies with me at midnight on a Saturday night. It was a pretty strangely, satisfying feeling.
Luke reread over his spatula to make sure that he had it right. I did teach him about the kitchen utensils, which he mastered quite quickly, but was apparently still cautious about.
The longer I watched him, the more a smirk built on my lips. Why not tease the man a bit?
"Are you sure that's right?" I asked, nodding at the utensil.
Luke paused, his gaze shifting with confusion as he turned. "Of course it is...right?" He glanced over the spatula with uncertainty, then back up to me. Before I could respond, he was already heading back for the other utensils, curses in tow.
I laughed. "Luke." When he didn't stop, my laughter deepened. "Wait a minute." Slowly, he did, the look of skepticism still remaining. I attempted to ease it with a humored, "I was just fucking with you, don't worry."
Luke hesitance remained. He continued to cast glances between me, and the bowl, before finally ending on me. With a scowl, he cursed me without even saying the words.
"You're such a brat, Norris," he grumbled. "A smart-mouthed, pain in my ass, brat."
I laughed, lifting myself up on the counter until I was sat. "I couldn't help myself." His grumbles continued as he turned away, but I kicked him in the ass with the underside of my foot before he got too far.
