12 Days of Christmas (5000 word oneshot)

Eighth Day of Christmas - Monday 21st

1:32pm
I mixed the gingerbread cookie dough while Jane watched, still scooping out ice cream, "I have an idea!"
I raised an eyebrow at her, "What?"
Closing the ice-cream tub, she stood, finding her shoes in the corner and putting them on, "We're going to have a girls night tonight. I'll go to Coles down the road, buy Magic Mike, the second one, and more ice cream," she pulled her hair out of her face, "Yeah? Good?"
I smiled at her, adding flour to the bowl, "Sounds great."
She jumped on the spot, running to the front door, "I'll be back soon."
Shaking my head in amusement, I started to roll out the dough when I heard Jane yell back at me, "Hey, Daniel's here!"
I snapped up. I haven't seen him since the party.
He stood there, dark hair falling in his eyes, wearing a loose singlet and light shorts. I wanted to hug him, but my hands were sticky with dough and I felt glued to my spot.
My heart shouldn't be beating this fast.
His eyes diverted to the ground as he stepped forward, "You left your sunglasses in my car on Saturday. I just came to return them," he placed the sunglasses on the kitchen table, looking back at me,
"Thank you," I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious with my messy ponytail and dirty apron, "I-I'm making gingerbread."
He nodded, an amused smile forming, "I can tell." He stepped closer in the kitchen and only stopped when his toes met mine.
He's so close. I couldn't tear my gaze away from his blue eyes.
Is he going to kiss me?
Why is he this close?
Then all my thoughts were abandoned when his finger came up, swiping at my nose, "You have flour on your face."
I giggled, feeling silly for having worried about kissing, "Oh, right," I said, wiping at my face, "Better?"
He laughed, a great big smile on his lips, "No, you just made it worse, you goofball!" he grabbed my face in both hands and used his fingers to take all the flour off.
I stopped laughing when I realised that if he just pulled my face forward we could be...so much closer.
He stopped too, his eyes suddenly taking on a much more serious tone. I want to kiss him. I miss him so much, and now, that's all I can think about. How his lips felt on mine. How much he affects me.
His hold on my face became gentler as he leaned forward, just barely touching.
He blinked, letting go and moving back. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, "No, I can't, we-we can't," he shook his head and stepped away, "You said we're just going to stay friends."
My mouth formed in a little 'o'. My hands came down to my sides in disappointment and realisation. That is what I said,
"That's the best thing, right?" I swallowed, trying not to get emotional, "I don't want to ruin our-"
"Our friendship? Ha!" He growled under his breath, messing his hands in his hair. I've seen him angry, upset and disappointed before.
But never all at once.
He pointed a finger at me, then at his chest, "Our friendship was ruined when we kissed, Samantha," he walked to the door, "and you know it."
"Daniel!" I called after him, my voice catching in my throat. I don't want to fight with him, "Don't go! Daniel, come back!"
The door slammed, and it was in that moment that I realised how heartbreak felt.