Juicy's POV:
Eddie is going to teach me how to cook flour tortillas to impress his Mexican family because I am a good boyfriend, and his family loves me. These ones are going to be made from scratch, obviously. Eddie has loved homemade flour tortillas ever since the day I met him. Well, also when he was a kid. "We have everything we need, right babe?" I ask him, checking all the cabinets. "Uh yeah, we should do. I went to the grocery store not that long ago." He replies, checking the cabinets too. "Yep, we do. So we're ready to start." He claps, getting excited already. "We need yeast, flour, and water. That's literally it?" I ask him, confirming to make sure. "Yes. That's all that is." He says, grabbing a pan and a spatula from the draws. I start making them by mixing the flour and yeast, making sure it is all evenly mixed. I then filled up the cup halfway, but Eddie stopped me. "No, no. That's too much water, babe. What are you trying to make? Cake?" He says, grabbing my hands and spilling half of the water out. "Shit. This is already going downhill." I say worried if I might do something else wrong. "It's okay. It won't, don't worry. I forgot to tell you. It's my bad." He says apologising before giving me a kiss on the cheek. I pour the water into the dry mixture and knead the dough with my hands until it turns into something like dough. "Look, Eddie. I did it!" I exclaim, being happy with how it turned out. "Holy shit, you did. I'm so proud of you." He says happily, wrapping his arms around my waist. I then made little dough balls to put on the pan. "Oh fuck. I nearly forgot the non grease spray." I remembered walking towards the cupboards and grabbing the spray. I spray it onto the pan and then place the dough into the pan. I wait only 2 minutes for it to cook and flip it to the other side, doing the same thing. Eddie comes up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist, and gives me kisses on my neck. "Aww, hey Eddie." I say, resting my cheek on his head as he continues leaving kisses on my neck. "Okay, Eddie, you can stop now." He doesn't listen to me. It starts to become sexual as he kisses my neck slowly. "Eddie~" I breathe out, leaning my head back and enjoying the moment. I try not to let a moan out, but I couldn't hold in any longer. Eddie was teasing me in the best way possible. Before things could get further, I smelt burning and that was the cue that we fucked up. "Oh shit!" I yell, sliding the spatula under the tortilla and putting it on a plate. "Well shit." Eddie simply says. "Ok, this was your fault, mister." I laughed, pointing my finger at him. "How was it?! You were supposed to be watching it." Oh, this asshole. "I'm sorry, but you were literally giving me a hickey and distracting me from my cooking, so it was your fault." I said slightly annoyed at him. But I could never be annoyed at my handsome boyfriend. I wish we had gone further and did some more things. Luckily, only one was burnt, and we had more dough to make them. I made 5 flour tortillas for Eddie as he wanted to try them first. "Oh my fucking God. You did such a good job. This tastes good as shit." He shouts, giving me a highfive. "Thank God I didn't burn the other ones. Otherwise, you would be pissed at me." I laugh, giving Eddie a peck on the lips. If only we weren't cooking, then Eddie and I would have done it.
