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Chapter 8.

I had to sneak to my room to get myself a pair of boxers because my 'uncle' is an asshole. Well, not an asshole... actually yes.

I went downstairs and into the kitchen where all the family was gabbing and bothering my mom, uncle Martin was in there and he was already watching the door for when I'd come down. I glared at him since it had been about 15 minutes before I realized he had done me dirty. I mouthed the words "I hate you" to him.

He just smirked and made a kissy face at me. Ugh I wanted to slap that cocky bastard, he was so hot. "Good morning sunshine, there's coffee.. I haven't made breakfast yet because I just can't handle preparing all this dinner and breakfast at once" my mom said as she hastily went around the kitchen just grabbing pots and pans. I knew she was overwhelmed and none of these old hags were helping her.

"I can help you, mom" I said loud enough for the whole group to hear before I decided to actually go over to the fridge and begin to take out a couple of the breakfast items.

It wasn't another moment before Martin stood up and walked over to the counter to ask my mom what she needed help with. It definitely made the rest of the family look bad, and they all stopped chattering after we had gotten up like that. I just began cracking eggs and making them as I went, making sure there were enough for everyone while Martin started to cook the sausages on the other burner. My mom was at the other counter where she was fixing the turkey up and preparing the food to be cooked.

"I offered to help her before but she told me to sit down" Martin mumbled to me in a low tone as he looked over at the pan I was using. "You want to make some pancakes too? I can make the mix real quick, you seem to know your way around a skillet" he asked me.

I shrugged my shoulders just a little then brought my attention to him completely, my hip gently bumping his while a small chuckle left my lips "You're an ass you know that? also.. yeah, get the mix ready. I'll keep an eye on your sausages" I say with a snicker then look down at the pan before he shut off the burner to the sausages.

"No need, they're done." he said while he reached around me which was completely unnecessary but it made it to where our bodies were squished together just a bit. He leaned down to whisper in my ear since we were so close "well, there's certainly some kind of meat you could keep an eye on if you wanted to" he said in the lowest voice, his teeth nipping at my earlobe which had me nearly melting at the stove. He grabbed the bowl he needed then began to fish out the ingredients he would need for the pancakes. He acted like nothing even happened.

While I was actually trying to hide my boner while I just stood as closely to the stove as I could without burning myself. Of course the heat didn't help a damn thing, but I had to ignore that. I watched as he began to put all the ingredients into the bowl. It's like he knew what he was doing, I mean obviously he did.. but he must've cooked them a lot back home. I caught myself staring at him like a love struck puppy, his every move was fascinating to me.

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned over and shut off the burner for me then looked directly into my eyes "you're burning the eggs" he said with a soft tone. My cheeks burnt red before I looked back down at the pan where there were slightly browned eggs, which I liked my eggs well done anyway so I scooped them up and put them on the other plate aside from the rest.

"Do you need help?" I asked him, leaning up again the counter in my attempt to be smooth.

"Mm.. you could help me beat it" he said while he brought his hand down to mine and guided it to the spoon that was in the bowl. I knew that would look awkward to the family, my eyes moved down to the spoon.

I shook my head a couple of times then let out a small chuckle "maybe you should beat it yourself, I think that would just make things complicated if I were to take control of that. I'll get the pan ready" I said with a low voice but a smirk remaining on my lips. I turned around to grab the pan that I used from the eggs and slapped a bit of butter in it, which I was assuming was what I needed to do. I waited until he came back over and began to put the mix into the pan with a few thick blobs here and there.