Hope is a dangerous thing for a Woman like me to have

Chapter 35

Edom's POV

I woke up in the early morning, with one thought on my mind. Pasta. 

In our sexually charged state, we had totally forgotten about the pasta we had started to cook - we hadn't even turned the stove off. Charles lay next to me, blissfully unaware of the stupid mistake we had made. I gently moved his arm off me, then got out of bed and chucked on a shirt that lay on the floor. It must've been Charles' as it was massive on me, so I didn't bother trying to find any other clothes and ran quietly into the kitchen. Thankfully, there was no fire, but the water had boiled over and was across the floor and a disgusting smell filled my nose. The water on the floor was cold now and had nearly all evaporated, so I quickly turned the stove off, before finding some paper towels to dry the floor with. 

Fearfully, I peered into the pot to be greeted with blackened spaghetti - the source of the smell. I crinkled my nose and picked up the pot. The bottom was also slightly blackened and I couldn't help but slightly chuckle at how stupid this was. I grabbed the wooden spoon left on the side and tried to scrape the pasta into the bin, however it was really stuck to the bottom. 

As I was scraping the pan, I suddenly felt two hands softly grab my waist. I jumped out of the skin, and unconciously turned around, brandishing the pot and spoon like a weapon. It was Charles. 

"Jesus Christ Charles, a little warning next time." I let out a sigh of relief, adrenaline running through my veins. I slowly dropped my arms. Charles was laughing to hard to respond. "Not funny Leclerc. I was terrified for a split second there." 

"My bad." He said between laughs. "I thought you heard me coming and it's not like I grabbed you." I shook my head and turned back to what I was doing, trying to slow my heart rate back down. Just being around Charles made it hard though. 

"You gave me a scare Hakimi." He used my last name in retaliation. "I thought you regretted last night and had done a runner. I just woke up and you weren't there anymore. What are you doing other than threatening me with kitchen utensils anyway? It's 2am". 

"There was only one mistake we made - we forgot about the pasta." I informed him as a big chunk of black pasta plopped into the bin. 

"Oh shit." Charles said, then saw the pasta in the pot. "Nooooo, my special. You missed a meal of a lifetime." 

"A meal of a lifetime? Pesto pasta?" I raised an eyebrow at him whilst I struggled to get the pasta at the bottom off. 

"Charles Leclerc's pesto pasta though!" He raised both eyebrows back at me. "Give that here." He took the pot and spoon and began scraping. Now not concentrating on the pasta I could really take him in. His bed hair was messy but in the perfect way and he only wore boxers that covered what needed to be covered but the bulge left little to the imagination. His perfect body shined slightly in the moonlight coming through the windows and his arm muscles tensed as tried to get the pasta off. 

"There we go." He mumbled as the last of the pasta fell into the bin. "Done looking at me Edom?" He smirked. 

"Go touch some grass." I rolled my eyes through a chuckle. 

"Why would I do that when I have you." Through the darkness I could see the lust in his eyes. He put the pot down and placed his hands on my waist. "Nice shirt by the way." 

The hand placement left me breathless and I looked up so our lips were inches apart. His  left hand grazed up my side and onto my breast and I felt my breath catch. 

"Are you not wearing a bra?" He smirked, leaning down to kiss my neck.  

"I'm not wearing anything else." I breathed. His kisses suddenly stopped as the hand circling my breast trailed down to my thigh.