We S. H. A. L. L. Reign

She's Bored

Lucien's POV:

She ran into the kitchen and asked me if she could help. Even though I made it sound like I wanted anything other than her here helping she was still persistent to help.

To put a cherry on top she asked me to call her Sammy. No, I couldn't handle that. If I called her that it would snowball into something more intimate then Lenny would kill me.

I let her mix as she talked. When wasn't around Lenny and the others she talked ten times more. She talked about everything. Her favorite season, book, movie, pillow, blanket, type of shirt, pants, dress which she put on for me and spun in it, seasonings, dessert, country, restaurants, restaurant orders, even her favorite number. While she told me all this I knew that I would remember all these things because she had said them.

I remember five days ago she told me that she hated when a girl her book chose the wrong guy.

I'm remembering a lot of things as she starts calling me. I snap out of it once she says "Luc." in a teasing voice.

I looked up so slow a turtle had problem climbed Mt. Everest by time I looked up. She was staring at me with her cute little smile. Stupid smile, I sighed, walked into the hall, remembered why she was untouchable, walked back in, touched her hips for the second time which made my heart feel like it might explode, took her off the counter, and resumed what I was doing on a new tray.

I felt her waiting so I said, "What?" but it came a lot weaker than I meant it to be, stupid smile.

Apparently she caught on that I couldn't look at her. Shit.

I had to of an excuse other than because your too pretty and your brother will eat my guts for dinner.

"Maybe I don't want to." That was a terrible lie. I also didn't sound very convincing, I hope she didn't catch that.

Nope, she caught it and threw it back in my face. She leaned against me. I felt her whole body against me, it felt natural. I want to hold her against me forever, but I couldn't not in this lifetime. I moved back, only to remember I was holding her up.

Shit. I ducked down quickly and grabbed her head before it hit the ground.

She touched my face! "Aww, you do care about me!" She said to me in a cute voice like I was a baby.

"I definitely care too much." I mumbled.

I turned around before she could see my face. Before she could she how red it was from her touch, her gentle coaxing touch.

If I asked to do it again would she? No she wouldn't but her brother would it would be a lot harder.

As we ate the cookies I felt like nothing tasted sweeter. Maybe because I saw Samantha pour in the whole bag of chocolate chips instead of half of it or maybe because she helped with them.