Bewitched Hearts

20. A Trap to Kidnap

It was quite early in the morning and Danny was drained.

As Danny walked out of the gym after a session of yoga with Samantha, she could smell something wonderful from around the house.

"What is that?" She questioned Sam as they walked towards the stairs.

"What is what?" She asked confusedly.

"The smell. The delicious smell?"

"I can't smell it."

Danny scrunched her eyebrows at Sam's response.

"I have a cold. My nose is blocked." She explained her answer.

Danny stopped and turned around to go in the direction of the aroma.

"Where are you going?" She heard Sam ask from behind her.

"I need to find out what's being made now that no one's at home except for you and me." She informed Sam and started to walk again.

"Ooh. Maybe the kidnapper is cooking us a delicious breakfast before killing us!" Sam got excited as she followed Danny behind.

"Seriously, Sam? What if someone is really there?" Danny got tensed as she followed the smell.

"Eh. If it's a kidnapper I am dying a happy girl. Especially if it's a hot one. Damn!" Sam replied in a carefree manner as she bounced and crossed Danny as they reached the kitchen.

Once they reached the kitchen, they saw Damien in front of the stove as he made pancakes and bacon.

He wore a perfectly fit black t-shirt that hugged his body aesthetically with track pants that hung low on his hips. As he flipped the pancakes, his muscles flexed that made Danny's mouth go dry. She ogled him shamelessly from behind as there was no chance that she would get caught. He worked with everything effortlessly like a wizard with a wand.

Drool.

"See! Not a kidnapper. Just a cop. But a kidnapper would have been fun!" Sam shrugged nonchalantly and flipped her hair as she started to walk out of the kitchen.

Damien turned to look as he heard his sister's voice.

"Yeah! A kidnapper would have been amazing. Then I would have to cook for one less person." He retorted at his sister and turned back to his pancakes.

Sam jogged behind and hit him on the head.

"What the–" He cursed as he rubbed his head.

"Ass! No one told you to make breakfast."

"Bruh. As if!" He huffed, "Was I the one who threw a tantrum in the morning the other day when there was no breakfast, Danica?" He questioned and looked at Danny.

Danny stopped herself from laughing as Sam threw her hands in the air and walked out from the kitchen as she mumbled some gibberish. Danny finally let out her laugh when Sam was out of her hearing range.

"Do you need any help?" She asked Damien as she went and stood beside him.

"No. I'm almost done. But can you grab the plates?" He answered as he looked at her with a pleasant face.

Danny just nodded and looked around for the plates. When she spotted them on the top shelf behind, she went to grab them. She reached out her hands to take the plates but she only went half. So she stood on toes and struggled to reach them but to no avail.

Suddenly she felt warmth behind her and slow breathing near her ear which made her heart skip a beat. Her breath became ragged as she looked up to see Damien. He towered over her and reached for the plates easily and stared down at her.