It's About Time (GMW - Joshaya)

Chapter 22

Josh's POV

"Hey beautiful, I'm sorry dinner isn't done yet, but it should be ready soon," I rubbed the back of my head and looked down. As I picked my head up, her lips collided with mine. I am so in love with this girl.

We continued to kiss as she walked inside and sat the pink bakery box on the coffee table. She broke the kiss with her infectious smile that made me smile back. She looked up at my eyes and pushed me onto the couch. Woah Maya. I was liking this feisty side of hers. She climbed onto the couch hovering over me. It was my turn. I planted numerous kisses on her. I started with her lips,  then her cheek. She giggled a little as I kissed the ticklish part on her neck and moaned ever so lightly when I kissed there again. I began to kiss her soft lips yet again when the oven timer went off.

"I guess we should probably eat now, huh," I said with some disappointment. 

"Yea that's probably a good idea," she muttered. And then she continued to talk as she teased, "Now if I remember correctly Josh, you were never the best cook. Should I be worried?"

"Ouch, I'm wounded. I've gotten pretty good at cooking. Plus, how could I mess up mac n cheese?" Mac n cheese was really the only thing I was good a making.

"Trust me, I think you're a lot more capable than you think," she winked at me.

"Ahh but before we eat, I have something for you," I said handing the flowers to her.

She grinned from ear to ear as she took the bouquet from me and kissed me.

"Shall we eat?" I pulled the chair out for Maya as she sat down.

Then, I slipped on some oven mitts and took my world famous mac n cheese out of the oven (okay maybe it was my local and secret wonder). With it, I made garlic and oil broccoli and grilled chicken. 

I sat the food at the table and smiled at her, "Buon Appetito!" I was proud of myself for still knowing a little Italian that I learned in college.

"Wow. It actually smells delicious," she took a bite from her plate. "And what do you know, it tastes delicious too," she shook her fork at me as she spoke.

Dinner conversation swayed from silly to serious as we caught up on life with each other. I couldn't wait to tell her my secret later; I hadn't told anyone yet.