Nixon and I start heading back to the house now, it's starting to get dark and I really don't feel like getting eaten by a wild animal tonight.
Nixon laughed at my statement and told me that no wild animal will want to go through him to get to me, this in return made me laugh.
"Where have you guys been all day?" Bobbie asks when we walk into the house.
Nixon and I did a bunch of things throughout the day. We had a picnic, Nixon was planning this 'date' for a while, and we laid on our backs where we cloud watched. We kissed a handful of times and asked each other questions. We even carved our initials into the willow tree.
"Nothing," I shrug and go to stand next to her.
"You staying tonight?" Bobbie asks. My parents are probably going to be at work all night so there's really no point in going home just to be alone.
"Yeah, is that okay?" I question with a worried expression. I don't want it to seem like I'm intruding all the time.
"I asked didn't I?" She teases and her hip knocks into mine making the both of us laugh. "Want to help me make dinner?"
"Sure, but I must warn you, I'm not the best cook," I blush and place my hands on the granite counter top.
"It's not rocket science, Jacey," she jokes with a laugh.
"Whatever you say. What are we going to make?"
"Chicken Parmesan," she answer with a proud smile. Of course, she would be making an Italian dish, they are Italian after all.
"Are you sure I'll be able to make it?" I furrow my eye brows, I can barely make a hot dog in the microwave for god sake.
"Jacey, shut the hell up and let the soul do the talking," she playfully scowls at me. Bobbie takes out some ingredients from the fridge and spices from the cabinet, setting them on the counter.
"What do we do first?" I ask and she starts going over all of the directions. I get to work on breading the Chicken breasts.
She gave me an easy job at first, claiming she doesn't want me near sharp objects, because even though she sees many gruesome things, she doesn't want to see my thumb in the sauce. I laughed at this, thinking that it was funny because I've never even used a knife, so I'm glad she didn't put me on cutting up duty.
I thought Bobbie would just use tomato sauce from a can for the sauce, but no, she's actually cutting up tomatoes and blending them with herbs and other spices.
After I bread all the chicken breasts I place them in a pan where they will cook in the oven. Before they go in the oven Bobbie pours her tomato sauce over all of them and adds cheese over the top. In a way it looks like casserole.
I place the pan in the oven under the watchful eye of Bobbie who doesn't want my burnt skin to be in the food. She's the most sympathetic person I know... Note the sarcasm.
I feel two arms wrap around my torso from behind and hot air being blown on my neck.
"I'll just be leaving," Bobbie dismisses herself with a smile playing on her lips.
"Good idea," Nixon smirks and presses a kiss to my neck. "Is it funny how unbelievably turned on I am right now watching you cook?"
"Yes," I giggle and turn around to face him. I look into his blue eyes that hold so much adoration, and think about how weird it is that I feel this way for him after just a month of knowing him.
"Really?" He asks in disbelief, but keeps the smile on his face.
"Yep," I confirm and lean in until our lips brush against each other.
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I'll Protect You
Teen Fiction"Can Nixon touch you like this?" Hunter asks as his hand slowly trails down my neck down to my hip. "Nixon can do better." I egg him on. "Can Nixon make you shiver like this?" I lean my head to the side as his lips slowly make contact with that sp...
