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Part Twenty Three

Kitchen talk
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Harley Finley

It took everything in me to turn my back to him and tend back to the food cooking on the stove top.

Colten sighed. His approaching footsteps continued their forward drive until his chest was against my back and the flowers in front of me.

"I was riding here and when I saw these, I thought of you." He murmured quietly into my ear, placing the flowers onto the empty counter space when I didn't take them. "The guys said you always picked the lilies in front of the high school."

"I did." I acknowledged with a huff, remembering he had listened to hours upon hours of stories I would have never thought to share with him.

Colten released a breath, nuzzling his nose into my neck. "Finally she speaks. How long are you going to ignore me, angel? Hours, days, weeks? Give me a timeline so I could maybe shorten it."

"And how would you do that, Colten?" I groaned with fake annoyance.

"By asking you on a date." He smiled into my skin. "But I'd rather you be talking to me when I take you out."

"Wow. Deprived of pussy for three days and you decide to try to dine and dick me." I spoke sourly but I couldn't help but smile a little at the simple fact that he was trying.

"That's the plan." He hummed, wrapping his arms around my torso. "I'd also like to add a few extra steps. Maybe have an emotional conversation before the fucking."

I narrowed my brows, my face contorting into confusion before turning around to him. "You must have a twin because the Colten I've gotten to know wouldn't have said any of that."

Colten shrugged meekly, "We don't know each other that well. But you know what would fix that?"

"A date." I answered him, still confused.

He nodded. "A date it is then."

"I didn't agreed."

"Great. Tonight. Eight. You and me." He kept talking, ignoring every word I said.

All I could do was stare at his brown eyes, watching them look between my lips with a small twinkle of desire.

"Who put you up to this?"

He huffed, rolling those same eyes and looking out the window. I followed his glance to find Chloe staring back at him with a look to kill.

"She didn't put me up to it. She just put me in my place. Something she's always been good at." He grumbled at the end. "Look, if you really don't want to go, then fine. But I'm putting myself out there like you wanted."

My heart pounded in my chest but I tried to hid it with a joke. "Is Chloe joining us as well? Maybe picking out the place?"

His smile seemed to return at my teasing. "I'm not into threesomes with a pregnant chick, so I thought I'd take her ideas and run with them. Maybe claim them as my own throughout the night so you think I'm some romantic sop."

"Smart."

"Mhmm." He hummed.

"I just," I groaned, "I need to finish all of this and clean up and then meet my extended family. I don't know if tonight is the best."

"What if I helped out?"

"You'd help me cook, clean and greet?" I clarified, still not recognizing the man in front of me.

"Yeah, can't be that hard." He took his spot beside me and after putting the flowers into a cup with water, gave me his full attention.

He learned quickly I was a dictator in the kitchen. Telling him exactly how to do things and when to. I thought after an hour he'd be tired of it but every time I thought he was ready to explode with male dominance or frustration, he instead took a bit out of the food with a soft 'Hmm' as if I couldn't hear him. It seemed as soon as a spoon or fork hit his taste buds every amount of strength in him had melted away, turning him into a pile of mush beside me.