This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
I wrote this chapter, and by the end it was like 3100 words... I don't feel like reading through all that for errors right now, so we're splitting this up with a double upload today! (Second upload coming later after work) Enjoy, m'lovelies! xoxo
John
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Well.
It's official.
I was right.
Derek most definitely didn't know what ratatouille actually was, what was in it, or how it was made.
"Well, I just- I honestly think I just didn't register it was vegetables... Allll vegetables..." Derek trailed off, looking over past me at my own set up chopping board, and stack of veggies.
My eyes struggled to keep their gaze on his hands as Derek set the remaining washed produce down on the clean granite countertop in front of us.
They instead found their way back to his bare chest.
His skin taking in the warm overhead light from his kitchen, and exposing down to his waistline. The low hung joggers worn as the only piece of clothing he had on besides those briefs. He hadn't tied the drawstrings of the sweatpants tight enough so they hung low on his slender waist. Very fucking low. I had the clearest of views to his well toned abs leading to...
"Like what the hell is this?" Derek asked, turning to me suddenly. My eyes snapped back up to his, then to what he was holding in his hand. "Why are cucumbers going in this?"
I focused more on the vegetable, and less on my sinful thought."That's a zucchini," I explained. Derek's face went flush from my words, but then he frowned, his face scrunching up in disgust as he looked back at the vegetable.
I just found it insanely cute. I was finding every damn thing about being here tonight with him, and him, beyond words fucking cute.
"So you're telling me there are people who still make bread with this thing? A vegetable? Are they okay? No really, has anyone checked in on the zucchini bread lovers lately cause I'm genuinely concerned. It's giving prehistoric hunter and gatherer era."
I couldn't help but laugh. This night was giving my mind and body literal whiplash. "So are you saying you wouldn't give my zucchini bread a try?"
Derek's lips parted as if he was going to say something, then he stopped himself. "Well I mean- well, with you it's-" Derek paused a second. "Well I... Well I would like to think you too are a man with exceptional refined taste, therefore I'd be willing to try anything you suggest... at least once."
Exceptional refined taste, I thought, letting my eyes dip from his, to the tongue that slid across part of his lower lip. He had gotten that so right.
Jesus, John. Dinner.
"I'll see if I can't change your mind about a few things." I spoke a little lower, unable to restrain most of the roughness in my voice now, even if I did finally force myself to turn back to these fucking vegetables.
