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Charlotte had a friend over today, so I bake homemade chocolate chip cookies and chop strawberries to dip in chocolate, something i've been craving all week.
"Smells like heaven." Chandler says entering the kitchen, making me jump out of my bones, sneaking up behind me. I drop the knife on the counter I was using to slice my berries on accident.
I've been avoiding him since the beach trip and I was doing a good job, I hadn't said one word, I didn't want to now either.
His hair is styled neatly and he wears a navy blue crew neck and smells of cologne. It was Saturday, I didn't know why he was hanging around me and ten year olds.
I do decide to ignore him, looking out the window, where Char and some red headed girl from down the street play in the dirt. Something i'd have to clean up later.
I take my cardigan off, hot from the heat of the oven, leaving just shorts and a tank top with small buttlerflies. The last of summer was twinkling away, so I had to take advantage of the weather and my summer wardrobe.
As I place the cardigan on the stool, Chandler grabs my forearm, startling me again. His eyes are investigative, scanning me up and down and suddenly I feel naked. Chandler moves a strand of my hair that escaped my ponytail behind my ear for me.
"What?" I ask him, mildly annoyed, pressed against the sink, blocked by Chandler's large frame.
My free hand grips the sink, but I don't pull my hand away from him because I know he won't let me go.
"You're ignoring me?" He asks, letting go, but not furthering the distance between us.
I could see his freckled cheeks and olive skin close and smell the clean, tropical smelling laundry detergent that Ms. Choi used on all the clothes in the house.
It felt weird and strange to be in someone's house almost more than them, it truly was like a second home.
I knew the ins and outs, how the house breathed, how it smelled, where there were cracks and chips, where all the spices were and cleaning products.
I even had a favorited reading spot here, outside on the patio, in the rocking chair that leans back and squeaks when you sit back. Most of the day it's shaded by the sun, and blocks rain pretty good.
