ೃ⁀➷𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘒𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴(𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥)

Chapter 61-Kiss the Cook

A warm glow surrounded me, sending good tingles down my spine. It initially was all around me until it focused in one spot. The warmth came from behind my back, and it was as if two arms were wrapped around my stomache and a leg was drapped over mine. I felt safe and secure in this warmth that reminded me of a human, by the size of the warmth that was becomeing more human like every second I could tell that it was a male.

I pressed back into the warmth when I felt it shift away slightly, turning around as my moves seemed to me out of my control. I wanted to follow the warmth. The warmth now seemed more human like than just a sense of heat for I tucked my heat into what would be the crook of his neck. I heard a sigh before arms wrapped around me and the warmth returned.  I pulled at what seemed to be a shirt as I longed for the warmth to stay. But eventually it must go as it soon did, it moved it'as arms from around me and gently removed my hands to get rid of my grip on him. Then it was cold, cold and dark.

I woke up in a daze, I had no clue where or who I am. It took a moment to collect my thoughts as I remember Charles and nearly falling asleep in the car. Then I remembered the dream. It had to mean something, or maybe it didn't. I mean most dreams are nothing since dreams are just build upon what an individual has experienced throughout the day.

I stayed in the bed that was incredibly comfortable, rolling over to grab my phone that Charles must have taken from my pocket and placed on a charger that looked to be his. Luckily it matched my phone since I remember my phone being at only 16% the previous day. I texted my family, a few friends and scrolled through social media for a bit, finding an odd comfort from such a simple task. Seeing everyone live their normal lives made me think about my life.

I was normal, just a simple woman working to save up for her future. Spending her free time watching horror movies, crime videos and forensics stuff due to my interest in serial killers. But now I had killed others myself and got away with it. Not to add I had killed with infamous slashers, one of which I could end up marrying. 

However Charles felt the most normal. I never expected him to be so soft and gentle as he was the night before. Maybe he wanted to change and needed a gentle part of his life for once. He had known crime and murder for so long that this second chance was his new life where he could be normal and not worry about the law. I guess I was his escape from the past, a way to show that sweet side while his subcribers allowed him to hold onto a small part of who he was but in an accepted way.

I finally got out of bed, grabbing my hair brush from my bag quickly so that I could tame the mane a bit. I also walked in to the adjacent bathroom that was slightly open so that I knew it was a bathroom and not the exit. There I washed my face after using the toilet, then I brushed my teeth before deciding to stay in my pajamas. I walked out of the room and moved down the hallway, the hardwood was cold under my bare feet but it felt nice. I blindly walked through the house until the smell of eggs hit my nose.

I followed the scent until I was met with the kitchen, it was simple but homy. I smiled when I saw Charles with his back towards me for he was cooking those eggs I could smell. He seemed to be wearing an apron as well, I moved to stand beside him and when I got close he jumped up and turned around with the spatula pointed at me.

"Who goes there! Ah, it's just you Y/N, did you sleep well?" I paused for a second, taking the scene in before bursting out in laughter. His apron said kiss the cook and was pink with a pait of lips on it. That combined with the spatula as a weapon made me laugh like crazy.

"Charles! That is the best apron ever!" He looks down and blushes as he realizes what I was laughing at and what he was wearing. He covered the words and turned around in shame.

"I liked it, it was funny to me." I felt a bit bad so I walked closer to Charles.

"I never said it was bad or that I didn't like it. In fact you can have this for how amazing this arpon is." I quickly peck his check before moving to sit on the dining table. I watch as Charles freezes before gulping and bringing two plates of breakfast to the table.

"H-Here is breakfast Y/N, thanks for the gift for the apron.." I chuckle at his embarrassment and dig into the meal as Charles collects himself after the kiss. I would have fun teasing him in these few weeks.