The MANSION {Madre's Mansion}

Honey Dipped Apples;....

Sonias POV;.

My jaw drops as Desmond says these words to me. His words flow out his mouth like pure water straight into my crumpled heart.

'You are a perfect work of art done on the purest canvas, with the finest brushes, exquisite color choices, and by the master himself.' His words keep playing in my head as I stare into his deep brown eyes. No one has ever said something like that to me.

His gaze remains glued on mine and I can't help the heat I feet crawl up my neck and into my cheek. He flashes a smile at me and takes my hand releasing it from its position over my chest.

I obediently follow as he leads me to the table. He pushes a plate made of wood to me and on it lay ball-like things that look brownish.

"What is this? " I quiz in confusion as I stare at him.

"Apples and mangos," he replies looking back down at me, and my forehead creases in confusion. He sighs proceeding to explain.

"The apples are coated in pure honey and the mangos slightly roasted," he says with an unsure look on his face.

"Apple and honey!? " I question in alarm as the doesn't sound right.

"Yeah... I also have no idea what it tastes like," he admits staring strangely at the plate.

"What!? " I question in amusement as laughter escapes my lips.

"Well there's a first time for everything! " he replies with a shrug and chuckle.

"I just hope it won't be our first and last," he mumbles and I can't hold back my laughter.

"Come on dig in," he says and I raise a brow at him.

"You go first. " I reply and he raises both his brows at me.

"Fine. We'd go together," he says and we both pick a honey-dipped apple.

"How bad do you think this would be? " I ask interrupting the apple trip to Desmond's mouth.

"Well it can't be as bad as all the scrap we've been fed at the mansion," he replies and I can't agree more.

"Okay. " I say as I brace myself up for this.

We both put the apples in our mouths and my mouth is first greeted by the natural sweetness of the honey and then the slightly crunchy feel of apple followed by the apple juice. The taste of both in my mouth comes together to form a different slightly tangy and indescribable taste.

At first, I want to gag but then I find its taste interesting and delectable.
"Not bad. " Desmond says nodding and I nod in agreement.

We finish the whole plate with Desmond trying to steal out of mine and us laughing at minor things each of us does.

"I didn't know the sassy English man is also a cook. " I tease Desmond as we walk out of the cabin. Following him to where he asked me to but I have no idea where that is.

"Oh shut up. I was just experimenting. I don't cook. " he replies and I chuckle.

"Mmm. Too bad. You would look really good in an apron. " I reply stroking my chin.

"Well, I bake. Does that count as cooking? " he questions.

"No way! " I exclaim in bewilderment.

"Yes, way. My mom thought me. It used to be our bonding activity. " Desmond replies stuffing his hands in his pockets and staring at the sky.

"Wow. I don't even know how to do a thing in the kitchen. " I say to myself a bit too soon as I realize Desmond heard it.

"seriously? " Desmond asks and I begin to itch with embarrassment.

"Well. Well..I... I could make really good pancakes, some waffles, ice cream, and also whip up a perfect cup of coffee and hot chocolate. Did I mention pancakes? " I reply racking my brain for anything I know to do in the kitchen.

"Hmm not bad. I don't think your future partner would have a problem with that. " Desmond says.

"Why? " I ask in curiosity.

"Well. He won't be able to pay attention to your lack of kitchen skills as your endless bickering would be enough to slaughter his appetite. " Desmond replies and I stand still in annoyance. ~I just had to ask what he meant didn't I!?

He turns around and finds me standing still as I glare at him.
"If you're expecting a sorry, you're gonna be standing a long while," he says to me as he keeps walking. My stubbornness keeps me glued to the spot while Desmond keeps walking on. When he is a fair distance away, I look around me. I'm in the woods and that too in a part I have never been. I don't think 'alone' is what I wanna be right now.

"Wait up! "I call out to Desmond as I run up to him.

"Took you long enough," he remarks as I get to him. I decide to stay quiet so I just roll my eyes.

"Okay now, I need your eyes closed." He suddenly says as he stands behind me and places his hands over my eyes.

"Wha... "I make to protest but he ignores me. He guides my steps for a few seconds and then takes his hands off my eyes.

"Here we are," he says as he shows me the view before us with wide-open arms. My jaw drops and I can't comprehend the emotions rushing at me.

Desmond never seizes to surprise me!

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Hey guys!
I suddenly feel like trying out some honey-dipped apples😂

I honestly have no idea what that would taste like or what effect it might have on my system💯.
So if you just like me wanna try it, please carry out your research and be ready for anything 🙏😂😂

Desmond and Sonia have digestive systems that are not like ours {courtesy madre} 😅

So pls don't try that. It's strictly;
'DO NOT DO THIS AT HOME' rated😂.

well... I might be blowing things outta proportion just a tad bit. Buh still... Safety first😅

See you next chapter and if you tried out the honey-dipped apples, pls let me know how that turned out. 😉
I'm still contemplating the experiment😂💔

Over and out😋😘❤🙌

T

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