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𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗖𝗥𝗢𝗪𝗡𝗦 didn't have the best life. She had two deadbeat parents, her father was addicted to gambling-her...
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WHEN I woke up-I immediately ran downstairs. I was fucking starving-"Miguel?" I spoke. He wasn't in the kitchen. I frown slightly as I walked to the fridge.
Damn, I was hoping for a nice warm meal. I guess cereal will do for now. I let out a sigh as I grab the milk-setting it on the counter and standing on my tippy toes, opening the cabinet and grabbing the box of lucky charms.
I grab a bowl and a spoon from the sink as start adding my milk. "What are you doing?" Noah's voice spoke from behind me. "I'm making me food." I say-capping the milk and opening the lucky charms.
"Did you just put the milk before the cereal...?" He asked-I could feel him getting closer to me. My heart started beating quickly-butterflies filling my stomach.
The fuck is happening to me?
"Yeh? What's the problem?" I asked-pouring my cereal into the bowl full of milk. "Well, normal people usually put the cereal first." He said. I raise a brow-turning around and looking up at him.
He's so close..
"Are you calling me weird?" I asked, crossing my arms. He shrugs-"weird...crazy...either one fits." He smirked. I rolled my eyes, turning back around and putting the milk in the fridge.
I grab the cereal box. But the moment I do, Noah grabs it as well. His other hand went to my waist-I could feel my cheeks light up.
His chest touched my back as he grabbed the cereal-putting it back in the cabinet. My breath hitched when his hand gripped my waist tightly.
"I can cook you a real meal if you want something else. Miguel is at Nolan's safe house..they're planning out our plan to take down the Russian mafia." He whispered in my ear.
"You cook...?" I asked.
"I do." He said-I bite my lip, putting my spoon in my bowl. "I'm fine with cereal." I say. He let out a hum as he walked away. I turned around, walking to the island and sitting down.
Noah walked back into the kitchen. He had no shirt on this time. I furrow my brows and he looked at me-"what? It gets hot standing over a stove." I said-looking me up and down.
I roll my eyes and start eating my cereal.
Noah put on a apron as he started getting stuff to cook...bacon and eggs? I'm guessing..
