The Best Mistakes

38. Kayra

I've been cooking since I was six years old. And I've never been bad at it, you can just say that I excel in culinary. But then how is it that I suck at baking?

From the past hour, I've remade this whole cookie batter twice and yet it still managed to be a disaster. The cookies were tasting like cardboard and I definitely couldn't eat them. I sighed for the umpteenth time, looking at the third batch of cookies in the oven. The worst thing I did was I even called Nolan over for a surprise for Valentine's day. Serves me right for being overconfident. What will I feed him if these don't turn out good? Though I have a little faith in their taste.

He looked so excited sitting on the couch, waiting for the cookies to be done. Oh how good it would have been if only I'd accepted Amy's help. She offered me her help before leaving this morning– She was a god in baking and made desserts that tasted like heaven.

The oven tinged, indicating the disaster was made. I'd already given up on their appearance but I'd be thankful if they just tasted good. Not even good, if they would just be edible then it's fine enough. Nolan ran from the couch to the kitchen counter, once he heard the oven sound.

He looked all excited like a small kid to try the cookies. He wasn't fond of desserts much but when he heard that I was making them, he got surprisingly interested. I took out the tray from the oven and just as I expected, the cookies looked horrible. More precisely, they looked like shit.

“I'm sure they taste good,” Nolan said, trying to loosen up the atmosphere. But I knew he was doing it to make me feel better. Because no way in hell someone would want to eat these. “I can't even tell if they're edible,” I sighed.

Nolan broke a cookie in half, after it cooled down a bit. Was he really going to eat that crap? Yes, he was and he did it. He ate the freaking cookie. I scanned his face for any reaction but it was as blank as a paper. “Mm-mm.”

He moaned with pleasure and looked like he was enjoying it. It made my hopes up. I looked at him with anticipation. “This tastes like…” he chewed further. “What does it taste like?” My hopes were getting higher with each second.

“Just the way it looks. You seriously have no skill for baking.” He finished eating and just the way he ate the cookies, he ate my hopes too. I knew I expected them to taste bad but at least he could've said something nice. He really was horrible. “You could've acted like they tasted good, just like they do in the movies. Like, you could've pretended they were the best ones you ever had. But you had to be just…honest.”

I lowered my head in disappointment. I was truly offended when I should'nt even be. What was I offended about? That I failed to bake or that he was brutally honest. Maybe both, anyway I was offended and that's what was important.

My eyes widened and I looked at him in bewilderment, when he lifted my chin with his index finger and planted a kiss on my lips. I knew I was blushing furiously, as I felt the tips of my ears tingling. He bent his knees and leaned closer to my face and a grin broke out on his face. I was sure he could notice the blush on my face and was mocking me.

I tried to push his shoulder but he didn't even budge, so I had no other choice but to turn away. He should know that I was mad and sulking. He always got his way out with his affectionate behavior and smooth talk but not this time.

“You don't have to bake, Kay. Leave it to me, I'll bake all kinds of delicious desserts for you, whenever you want.” He smiled. And that's what I was talking about getting his way out with smooth talk. Asshole. I couldn't even stay mad at him. “Just say the word and I'll serve you whatever you want. I'm good at baking, you know.”

I didn't know about baking but he was surely good at sweet talk. I was worried I might get too used to his affection. In fact, I feared it was already too late. I got attached to him, his silly jokes, his surprises and his love.