Love With An Asterisk*

Clause 1: Little

A/N: First chapter of all my books are always dedicated my Goodgirlie for being such an amazing supporter. (Well actually the first dedication is to God, but you get what I'm saying)

Enjoy!!

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Licking my lips I tried to savor the taste of the food she placed in my mouth. "That's delicious," I said rubbing my belly for extra effect.

"Really?!" Cianna said excitedly, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. I don't know why she was always so surprised that everything she made was an out of the park sensation. She was a phenomenal cook. Every meal was a masterpiece and her cooking was also the source of my desire to stay home every night and have her stuff my face instead of leaving to hang out with my friends or any of those other pointless things that were no where near as satisfying as her food. What she made was better than any restaurant and I simply enjoyed her company.

I just had to make sure I didn't start wearing the food. It had already been a week since I hit the gym. I really needed to get back in there, but things were so busy lately with finals and drafts that I just couldn't seem to find the time. We were in our last semester of college and would be receiving our hard earned degrees within a few short weeks which was really exciting.

The only thing more exciting than graduating, was the ever present news buzzing around campus about me being drafted into the MLB. I had lost many hours of sleep at night, earlier from nervousness, but now everyone was so certain that I just lost sleep out of pure excitement.

"Yes, really. You're the best cook I know," I said swiping a bit of barbeque sauce on my finger and putting it on her nose only to lick it off. She squirmed and giggled, a sound that always warmed my heart. "And you know what?"

"What?" She asked curiously, her round eyes lighting up. I smirked preparing to set my plan in motion.

"It's going to taste so great tomorrow for dinner."

She frowned, her eyebrows knitted together. "Tomorrow?"

"Yea, I can't eat it today," I said with a 'you-should-know-this tone'.  "I'm going out with the guys, of course."

She was quiet and I could practically hear the frustration building up as she clenched her jaw.

I love my girl. Not like a puppy love, you hang up, no you hang up, kind of love, but I was in love with her and it had been that way since we met in high school.

The thing about Monroe Bennet love--which Cianna was privvy to--is that the more I love her the more I also loved surprising her and messing around with her...in every way possible.

"Seriously!" She dropped the spoon she was stirring with, turning to glare at me again. Imagine a teddy bear with a glare and that's how my girl looked right now. Even though she was angry, she still looked so darn cute and little.

I told her I was going out with my friends, but I'm really going to get her that movie she wanted. The one with that Ryan Gosling guy. The Journal or something stupid like that. The only saving grace would be that I got to see Rachel McAdams. She was hot.

I was cruel for letting her get all riled up like this, but it would be well worth it to see her so happy. Plus, she would be all over me tonight...thanking me and trying to apologize for the temper tantrum she was about to throw.

I didn't plan on forgiving her until the early hours of the morning. I smiled to myself at the thought.

She placed her other hand on her hip and continued to shout. "You ask me to stay home tonight, make your favorite meal, and then you go and make plans with your friends!!"