The Asshole is my Kryptonite

Not the Nutella!

Chapter 13

That morning I had woken up on the soft comfort of the bed with a blanket covering my small body. I pulled the blanket closer and a warm cinnamon scent filled me. It was only then that I realized that this wasn't my bed, wasn't my room and wasn't my house. I quickly tore the cover off of me and tried to adjust to the strong light that shone through the room, after that I adjusted to the freezing cold and finally picked myself up out of bed.

I must have fallen asleep yesterday when Miles and I were studying.

Whoops.

I recall us agreeing on creating a mailbox since we lived next door to each other. I think we were part way through designing it yesterday  before I fell asleep.

Before I went down stairs I took a quick look in the mirror and after I fixed the atrocity that I called hair. Downstairs was a shirtless Miles cooking what seemed to be breakfast on the stove.

Yummy.

"Hello chef, let's get something clear." I walked towards him and with each step I intensified my glare. Well I tried to.

"If you ever touch me without my permission, I will cut your hand off and shove it up your ass understood?" By now I had was in front of him, looking up due to the height difference.

"Don't worry your little ass princess, you have that whole peaceful look when you sleep. I wouldn't try anything," I nodded, happy at his response.

"That's unless you want to." he smirked and I could feel a scowl creeping up on my face.

"I swear I -... Is that nutella?!" Something some people will just never understand is my love for nutella. Dad is actually worried about it, thinks I'm obsessed or something. Little does he know obsessed is the word lazy people use for dedicated.

I am dedicated to nutella.

"Possibly, I'm making pancakes with nutella." Before he could continue talking I charged to the tub and grabbed the spoon beside it. I jumped up onto the bench and opened the tub, taking a big spoonful and eagerly eating it. I knew I had nutella all over my mouth but I honestly couldn't care less. This was heaven in a little tub.

Miles watched me with an amused glint held in his eyes before he strode towards me and as if it was perfectly okay he licked his thumb and rubbed off what I'm sure was nutella on the side of my mouth.

"Saving some for a little later aye?" Although he was talking all I could think about was the fact that he just wiped his saliva on the side of my mouth.

"You are so disgusting! you just licked your thumb, I think I can still feel your saliva on my face!" He chuckled lightly before licking his whole hand and wiping it down my cheek. I sat frozen in shock. One thing you should know about me is that I have this thing with hygiene and Miles and the rest of the group know that since every recess and lunch I need to carry a napkin with me.

Miles watched me carefully but that twinkle of mirth was still visible in his cyan coloured orbs.

"You have three seconds to apologize." I warned,

"Three," C'mon Miles apologize for your own sake,

"Two," Of course you don't want to lose any dignity,

"One" Don't say I didn't warn you.

Before he knew it, I had grabbed an egg from next to me which I think was used for the pancakes and with all power threw it at his chest. It landed with a splat, the yolk beginning to drip down his chest, climbing over each muscle like it was a small mountain. His eyes followed as it slid down and finally hit the floor.