Like Crashing Waves

My Cupcakes Bring All the Boys to the Yard

Cara

Ding!

The oven dinged and the smell of chocolate cupcakes filled the air.

To be honest, I really don't know how to bake. I never enrolled in any baking classes or anything like that.

But they do sell cake mixes at the supermarket, the one's where you just add eggs, oil and water in.

Plus, baking is a step by step process. So...

"Oh! Cupcakes!"

Shocked is not how I would describe my feelings. If there was something more intense, then that'd be it.

Jonathan was standing in my balcony with the morning sun hitting his perfectly chiseled body.

The light reflecting off of his glistening sweaty skin.

But in a good way.
In a very good way.

"Jonathan! What are you doing here?!"

My eyes wandered around my open plan apartment for any embarassing item I could slip under a rug or hide in the cabinet.

No underwears. Check.

No dirty laundry. Check.

No dirty dishes. Check.

No steamy novel. Check.

It's been a month since Jonathan moved in at the apartment next to mine and he'd been sneaking in my place every now and then, to drop by to talk, or just say Hi.

He's nice, I think.

Also, I've been regularly attending my sessions with his brother, mainly because I see him as a reminder.

But, his sneaking and jumping from balcony to balcony has become a habit now.

A dangerous habit.

I probably should call the cops but, it's not like he'd done anything yet - which is probably what murder victims thought about their neighbors too, before they got chopped up.

I internally sighed and watched as Jonathan reached for the still-very-hot cupcakes.

"No wait! Jonathan-"

"Ow!" A hissing sound came from Jonathan as he cradled his burnt hand.

It seems like my warning was a tad bit late.

"Why didn't you tell me they were hot?" He asked, hurt and clutching his now very red hand.

Because I know that hunger knows no bounds. I thought.

"You didn't give me the chance to! Besides, that'll teach you not to touch other people's food!"

Chastising him felt like the right thing, but seeing him so sad made my heart soften a little.

I pulled on his arm, careful not to touch his hand and dragged him to the sink.

Inhaling sharply, Jonathan eagerly put his hand out under the cold water wriggling his body in response to the cold sting.

"Relax, it wasn't that hot."

Jonathan gave me an 'are you serious ' look and replied "Yes it was!"

A few minutes later, I'd fixed his hand up and went back to my cupcakes.

Sighing in relief, he leaned against the counter. "I didn't know you baked, you never mentioned it."

I chuckled at this and placed another batch in the oven.

"I don't." At his look of confusion, I added "I was craving it, and wanted to try it out."