If This Was A Movie - A Joshifer Fanfiction

Chapter 7

Our lips do not part for a long time, but when they do, my once warm tea in the mug is now cold. I sip a bit of cold tea, as an effort to get the mug to hide the huge blush that has spread across my cheeks. I hope it's hidden well.
Josh looks up at me, catching me mid sip. I carefully put my mug back on the coffee table where it was and return his gaze. We search each other's eyes for a long time. For what, I don't know. Love? Probably. That's what I'm thinking about, and though I try to hide the emotion, it clearly plays in my eyes.
We do this for a while, until Josh looks away. I don't, though. I'm still looking at him. I can't look away from him. I look at his face, and then my gaze makes it to his arms. They are quite sculpted, I notice for the first time. Very strong, and I suppose they were wrapped around me only hours ago. The thought makes me blush. He's so-- Jennifer! I mentally scold myself. What the hell? Get it together! I finish, interrupting my comments with my own chiding.
"Jen..." He says, a grin mischievously coming onto his face. "What is it?" I say, almost comically. "This is an odd thing to say at 3:00 in the morning but... We should bake cookies." He says, his mischievous grin grows into a smile that lights up his entire face. His happiness makes me smile, too. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Sir." I say, with a mock British accent. This makes him laugh. "Now, to the kitchen!" He says, in his version of a British accent. This makes me smile as well.
We make our way to his kitchen, which is just around the corner from his living room. "Chocolate chip?" He asks expectantly. "Of course." I reply. He knows that I love chocolate chip cookies, especially his homemade ones.
Josh finds the recipe on the kitchen counter, and I begin to gather the necessary ingredients.
Soon enough, we have everything needed for the recipe is sitting on Josh's counter, next to an electric mixer and two smaller bowls.
I put the dry ingredients into the mixing bowl and am soon finished. Now I realize that it's time for the wet ingredients. I cringe. I don't know why but I've always preferred dry ingredients. Some of the wet ingredients bother me, particularly the eggs. I've always been horrible at cracking them.
"Jen, I'll take the wet ingredients." Josh says, understanding the look on my face. Thank god. "Thank you." I say, relieved. He stirs together the wet ingredients and get ready to add them to the mixer. Josh, like his character Peeta, is a remarkable baker. He does everything with expertise and the end result is near flawless. I'm amazed, because I'm not that good of a cook.
I lean against the counter, right next to the mixer, and watch Josh slowly whisk together the wet ingredients. He turns it on the low setting on the mixer and I watch the machine expectantly. The mixer doesn't move a bit. I look up at Josh. He's intent on getting it to work. He's set it to the lowest and highest levels, and every setting in between. "Jen... The mixer's not working." He says, concerned. He looks at me, possibly for an answer to the problem that's risen. I gaze at him, love coming into my eyes. I can't hold it back now, it would be pointless. I think he can see it too, because his demeanor softens. The look of swoon and softness and love on my face probably shows clearly, because I can see it on his face too. He suddenly walks forward and embraces me. Not a kiss, just a hug. A heartfelt and warm hug, one that makes me feel comforted and at home.
I'm unprepared for the hug, so, in typical Jen style, I fall back into the counter, near the mixer. The mixer suddenly sputters to life, dry mix flying everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. The mixture, mostly flour, falls on every single open space of Josh's kitchen. Every single cabinet, counter, and machine is covered in the stuff. Every single nook and cranny.
We suddenly break apart, covered with a sheet of flour. I look over at Josh, and he's covered in the mixture. I wipe flour off of the nearby microwave door to see my reflection, and I'm covered in it too. I break out into laughter, and Josh does too. It seems like forever that we laugh together in harmony. I laugh so hard that my stomach hurts, and I'm literally feeling weak. I fall back into the counter again, nearly crying of laughter. He's laughing just as much as I am. "Well" I say, laughter filtrating my voice. "That was challenging and hard."
And at that, we both crack up again. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my entire life. "Jen..." He begins, but his voice is overrun by the flood of laughter coming from him. I laugh at his laughter. Shit, I think to myself, I'm acting drunk. But I don't care. I don't care if I act drunk, or even if I was drunk, because for the first time in a while, I am happy. Genuinely happy. So many emotions have been in my life since my acting career started. Happiness in the beginning, but as I grow older and more famous, the more grueling my career gets to be. I still love acting just as much as I did when I started, but it's so hard to have to face the press every day. I haven't felt happy acting for a while because of that, but now I'm not acting. I'm not with the press. I'm happy, and I'm laughing with the person that I love deeply and honestly. And this time, it's not him who leans over to kiss me. It's me, covered in flour, that kisses him. And he kisses me back.

Authors note:
Hey guys! I hope you like my story so far 💕 and thank you for 500+ views, that's insane! I honestly didn't expect over 50, much less 500. Thank you guys so much! ❤️