I Choose That Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Two

It is Christmas today.

After spending one romantic night with my Brenny, which included us sitting by the beach roasting marshmallows, lying on the sand and admiring the starry sky, us falling asleep next to each other, and me cuddled like a snow ball against his chest - we returned the following day after paying for someone to drive us to the airport at the reception counter.

Yes, my Brenny. You got that right. Apparently, after we got back from our little 'adventure' in Hawaii, he asked me out on a date the following day and asked me to be his girlfriend. With his cute little pout and puppy eyes, how can I bear to turn him down?

Okay, that was an excuse. I could've obviously turned him down; but with the butterflies fluttering in my stomach whenever he's around me, I just can't find the guts in me to say no.

Thankfully, we got back safely and everything went well and smooth-sailing, well, obviously excluding the part where the both of us were shooting daggers at Paul and Mel while we got chided by our parents for not being responsible and blah blah. You know, the usual.

If only looks could kill.

Since the favorite festive season is back, my mum decided to cut us some slack by allowing us to go on our second date, provided we help her prepare for the Christmas dinner and decorations.

When I told my family and Mel about this piece of good news, (which is me finally letting go of the past and getting into another relationship), I swear I saw my dad's eyes filled with moisture whereas the other two females were literally gushing and squealing and jumping up and down.

Sometimes I really wonder if they're really their age...

"Cait! Get your butt down here. Brennan's here already," my mum shouted from downstairs, bringing me back to earth.

"Got it! I'm coming down!" I replied, grabbing a bunch of my hair and throwing it into a messy bun.

Since when did he arrive? I don't remember hearing the doorbell ring...

Or maybe I was just too absorbed in my thoughts.

After checking that I looked somewhat presentable, I got out of my room and jogged downstairs, excited to see my boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

Saying that word after so long sounds weird, but a smile still managed to creep onto my face when I saw Brenny in only an apron, without a top, in the kitchen.

"Hey." I chirped, taking light footsteps into the kitchen.

Upon hearing my voice, he turned his head to face me and a wide grin was plastered on him face.

"Hey, Princess." He greeted and walked over to give my lips a little peck, which lasted a little longer than ordinary pecks should've been.

"Ahem." My mother cleared her throat behind us rather loudly, raising an eyebrow.

That was enough for the both of us to get out of our trance and immediately jump apart, it was even faster than magnets of opposite poles could repel.

"Er, hey mum. What do you need us to help you with?" I asked, my face flushing red.

Come on, I know I'm not the type to blush at the slightest things but now? I'm just like a deer caught in the headlights. Furthermore, by my own mother.

How can I not be embarrassed?

"I've heard a lot about your great culinary skills, Bren. So why don't you two just help me bake some cookies while I get the turkey and ham ready?" My mum suggested, the amused grin on her face quickly changed to a smirk as she took a quick glance at me.