Battle of Hearts: Two

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

I wake up swathed in the scent of Cameron's sporty cologne. I roam my eyes around his now organized bedroom, his dark colored bed sheets and his absence beside me. I loved waking up in his bedroom like they do in movies where the girl wakes up in the guy's large shirt. Well, except I was wearing my own large t shirt and sweatpants and we didn't have sex.

It was Thanksgiving holidays and I was spending three nights at his apartments since Ava had left to celebrate it with her family like most of my other friends. They lived fairly close to Los Angeles.

I had moved here only last night and thinking about sharing a bed with him made me want to jump out of the window. It was exciting but it made me nervous. Our relationship was slowly moving to new levels. A year ago I would have literally ran away from such commitments but today I found myself wanting more. I let myself feel more as I sat on his bed and just gaze at one thing then the other in his room like I wanted to memorize it.

It would've been even more amazing if he was next to me when I woke up. Nevertheless, I was elated. Then, the commotion of kitchen utensils grabbed my attention. I got up from the bed and walked to the kitchen.

There he was, his back turned to me. Moving around like a confused puppy. "You don't know how to cook, Miller." I announced folding my arms across my chest.

He turned around slightly and smiled nervously, "Ugh, they make it look so easy on tv."

I stroll and see his creation that he was tossing in the pan. I swear I had never such a bizarre looking mess of burnt eggs. "What's that green thing?" I ask peering at the swirls of green colored bits among the brown substance.

"It's spinach. I'm trying to make an omelette."

"What kind of omelette looks like that?" I laugh uncontrollably over his lack of culinary skills.

"I've never made one before! I've only eaten!" He whines and turns of the stove turning to look at me.

I deadpan at him, "You've never made eggs before?!"

"No...I only know how to make coffee. Martha used to this stuff for me." He explained, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh, rich people problems." I say and he chuckles a little looking at the quantum of mess he'd created. There were used bowls, cracked shells, opened packages of vegetables. "I'll teach you." I confidently said. He nods happily.

"Okay, first things first. Let's just remove these from here." I take the mixing bowl and put it in the sink. He helps me clean the rest of the place. Once we're done I instruct him to bring eggs from the refrigerator.

"Now, break it into this bowl." I pass him another clean bowl.

"Okay..." He trails off and I don't know what he does in a few seconds because I see the shells of the egg in the bowl floating around in the white part.

"Oh, god. You can't even break an egg properly!" I scream and then laugh.

"I'm sorry!" He shouts back.

"Okay, go wash your hands. I'll make breakfast and you only watch." He gives up and walks to the sink.

"I didn't know you know how to cook." He said from the sink.

"This is not cooking. This is basic life skill which you need to learn, mister." He needed to learn so much from me. If he was born to my parents I'm sure he would have known about survival.

"Hey, I tried." He adds after a pause, "It's the effort that counts."

I feel his presence when I have put the egg mixture inside the pan. He whispers, very near to my face, "Don't get I points for trying to surprise you?"