Lycans Of The Woods

Chapter 46

Hi. Things may or may not begin to get steamy in this chapter. Read ahead to find out. 😅💕

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A horrid scent drifted from the oven in the kitchen, and my eyes watered as I held a hand over my nose, chest constricting as I still somehow managed to smell it.

I could feel shame rising as I watched the oven, somewhat in horror and disbelief, and I crouched briefly to peer inside of it. My stomach seemed to drop to my knees after what I saw.

I could hear Hannes' roar of laughter somewhere behind me as he looked on, and I gritted my teeth together, pausing to narrow my eyes at him despite my throat tickling as I resisted joining in with his laughter.

The look I gave him only made him laugh harder, and with a sigh, I turned off the oven, slipped on some oven mitts, lowered the door of the oven and reached into it, flinching at the heat.

I wrinkled my nose at the burnt and charred cookies on the baking sheet when I withdrew it and I grasped it in my hands for several seconds, looking at it in dismay before Hannes finally decided to step in and take it from me.

I scowled as I watched him clearly resist laughing further after he placed it on a counter, and he rubbed a hand against his forehead, and then gripped his hair, shoulders shaking as his back faced me before he finally asked, his voice barely controlled, "What were you trying to make?" 

Shortly after giving back the book of photos to Hannes, I had left the living room and he'd returned back to his work. I'd decided that I would make a snack for the both of us so we could eat them when the afternoon came, and with the assistance of a laptop which had been in the kitchen, I'd been able to research on the internet what was called 'easy sugar cookies.'.

It included many ingredients which I found in the kitchen cupboards and after some careful measuring and mixing them in a bowl, I had eagerly made the cookie dough and then placed it in the oven whilst my stomach twisted with hunger.

However, I hadn't expected the cookies to bake so quickly, and after I'd emerged from a shower, lounged around in Hannes' room, I had finally came downstairs and entered the living room to ask Hannes a question regarding Declan.

But before I could utter a word, Hannes had made a puzzled and almost disgusted face and then slowly stood from the sofa, inquiring if I could smell something burning.

That had immediately led to me scrambling out of the room and darting into the kitchen, unbeknownst to me at first, with Hannes close behind. I only knew that he'd followed after I'd heard the choked and strangled deep noises of him suppressing his laughter whilst I had been standing before the oven.

And now, here I stood behind him, scowling deeply as ever whilst my ears continued to burn with embarrassment. My palms felt sweaty as I watched Hannes look it over and I stepped forward, peering at the counter and then at an opened window.

My embarrassment soared when I saw that several people passed by and were glancing at the house, face twisting as they inhaled the scent floating out the window, quickly followed by them spotting me and then hurrying away. I shot forward and carefully closed the window, fingers trembling.

"What do you mean 'what was I trying to make?'" I grumbled, feet dragging as I stepped beside him to peer down at the mess. I carefully jabbed a middle finger into one of the blackened cookies, and hissed at the heat which travelled up the finger. "They were cookies."