Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Seventeen⭐️✨

I'd needed a conversation with Steve after the way things had went after Thanksgiving dinner, I'd had to explain that what had happened didn't mean it was something that was going to happen again and he was understanding at first, but after a day or two, he managed to get me in the mood and round two happened before he went to work and he left me in bed contemplating what the hell had just happened.

I knew it needed to stop, I'd sat him down and said he can't do that anymore because I knew where it was going to lead and I wasn't wanting it to go to that far yet, which he seemed to fully understand and respect and we decided he wouldn't get any action either and then no wires would be crossed. I'd assumed it was going to make it weird but it didn't, it actually just made us talk more and we still made out quite a lot. We still held hands, spooned and sort of flirted with each other. As much as that was great, I knew it was only going to be a matter of time before there was a slip up. It was probably going to mess up everything but at the same time, if there was a genuine attraction there then maybe it could go somewhere, but I wouldn't be so stupid to forget that we were on a mission and being a couple was part of the cover.

We had managed to be mostly well behaved and made it to Christmas Eve without any slip ups which I'd been quite surprised at and I was hoping we could continue that streak, especially because I was basically stuck in the kitchen all day. I was preparing everything for tomorrow before we headed over to Lauren and Grayson's Christmas party.

I had chopped up potato, carrot, onion and swede, put that all in a large pan with some vegetable stock and some red lentils which I'd soaked in hot water all morning. As soon as it started bubbling, the kitchen smelled so good. I had bread proving whilst I cut up some more vegetables that I was just going to place in cold water until tomorrow and as I was finishing that up, Steve came in and kissed my shoulder.

"Hey." I smiled whilst I gathered the vegetable peels and put them into the trash.

"Need any help?"

"You could make the stuffing balls, if you want?" I pointed to the large bowl of stuffing I'd made that was on the counter. "It will probably still be warm, so be careful."

"Sure," he nodded and walked over to the sink. "I'll just wash my hands."

I glanced out of the window and it blew my mind that it was warm and sunny, I kind of missed a white Christmas, wrapping up warm and being all cosy. It was a little bizarre that I could wear shorts and a crop top on Christmas Day, at least according to the weather it was going to be very warm.

"It feels super weird to have warm weather for Christmas Eve and day, doesn't it?"

He nodded as he dried his hands with some kitchen roll. "Yeah, but it means we can lay out after dinner tomorrow and have some beer if we really wanted to." He started picking up the stuffing and rolling it into balls as I stirred the soup ingredients.

"I hope the party doesn't run too late tonight, I was sort of hoping we would have been home but we can't miss an opportunity to be at the house and scope it out." I wasn't really paying attention to Steve. "I think after the new year we could probably-" I stopped myself mid sentence as I turned around and saw the size of the balls he was making. "Steve."

"Yeah?"

"Your balls are too big." I rolled my eyes as he smirked. "Steve, I'm serious!"

"Wanna help me shrink them?" I couldn't help but snort out a laugh as I went over to help him half the size of the balls he had already done. "You didn't specify what size you wanted."

"I like the balls small enough so they can just go in my mouth all in one go."

"We still talking about the stuffing, here?" He nudged me and we both started laughing like school kids, I could definitely have added to the conversation but any response I had for him was going to sound dirty and I was definitely trying to avoid getting into a flirt fest with him because I knew how that would end and I couldn't let that happen today. This was the first Christmas I was sharing with someone since my mom had died and I was so used to doing it on my own that it was strange to have someone else in the kitchen with me, and decorating the tree had been a whole new experience.