In His Eyes

Chapter Thirty-Three

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V E R O N I C A

He shouldnt've kissed me. That definitely wasn't supposed to happen. And I definitely wasn't supposed to kiss back. And I'm definitely not supposed to be thinking about it now.

But why did it feel like that, though?

I keep trying to find some meaning into it and I can't stop myself from searching. I've been trying to convince myself that everything happens for a reason and everything is going how it's meant to be, but it's not getting me anywhere.

Not to mention the fact that my lips have this ants-crawling sensation on them that's actually quite similar to aftereffects of local anesthesia everytime I think about the scene.

You know that feeling when you come back from the dentist and you feel those sparks on your lips? Well, it's like that.

It was a little hot. But just a little.

I'm sending out desperate energy and that needs to stop right now. Keep yourself busy, Veronica.

And that's how I decided that I'm attempting to make a three ingredient cake. Cooking is boring, really. I now have to wait fifteen minutes whilst the cake is baking.

Oh, yeah. The topping.

One chocolate bar melted. Shouldn't be hard. I take out a pan and I put it on the kitchen stove, it melted after a second or two and now it's actually boiling.

Shit, that's too little. It won't be enough for the whole cake. Add milk and butter, Veronica.

Yeah, that's exactly what I should do. I put a little bit of milk and butter and I wait for it to cook. I look at my phone and realize that the fifteen minutes are gone. Wait, how am I supposed to get this out?

Towel, get a towel.

Jeez, this isn't an end to a hookup session.

Veronica. The glove thingy is right in front of your eyes. I mentally slap myself and take the gloves in my hands. Hell nah, this is way too thin.

I can do this, I just need to close my eyes. Yeah, that'll help.

I cringe at myself and open the oven, a quite delicious smell hitting me in the process. I might actually be on to something this time.

I carefully, slowly and very indeed hesitantly put the cake on the kitchen. You see, the lady said to stick a toothpick inside of it for extra effect. I mean, to check if it's... baked.

I do just that and I do a victory dance when I don't see anything stuck on the toothpick. Shit, Veronica. The topping.

I turn off the kitchen stove and mix the thing. It doesn't look too milky. So, I guess it's cool.

Turn off the oven, idiot.

Man, I almost forgot about that. Okay, what if the topping isn't sweet enough and it ruins my entire cake? I take a spoon to try it. I was right, it could use a little sugar. I open one kitchen cabinet and find a fancy looking glass sugar dispenser. I pour a little sugar in it and mix. It should taste better now.