𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 | 𝐒.𝐌

Chapter 47

Elizabeth's POV

'How can you bake stuff, but not be able to cook a decent meal?' Shawn asks while leaning onto the kitchen island with his elbows.

'I dare you to ask a pastry chef to make you a perfectly grilled steak just like Gordon Ramsey or Jamie Oliver would do. If you have the results I will consider coming up with a response that's worth my time.'

I hear him chuckle as I continue to slice the bread I baked to go with the pumpkin soup I bought at the supermarket.

Quite the combination.

A week has passed since the terrible dinner at my family's house. Shawn and I made up and here we are, standing in my kitchen where I'm trying to put a meal together that won't make either one of us vomit.

'Making pumpkin soup from scratch isn't hard.' Shawn says, opening the fridge.

I put the knife down and throw it in the sink.

'Oh, believe me, it's hard.' I chuckle.

'Once I burned tomato soup and when I served it to my dad and Sheila these little black pieces were floating around in their soup. Boy, was I happy I didn't taste it first.'

Shawn and I both laugh and he walks to me, putting the sour cream down on the kitchen counter before wrapping his arms around my waist.

'I could've cooked dinner tonight.' Shawn says after kissing me.

'You always do. I wanted to give you my famous supermarket soup for once.'

'We both know it's going to taste like shit.' He laughs.

'Have some confidence in Dutch supermarket soup, Shawn. It's not all shit.'

He frowns with a smile on his lips and we sit down at the glass dining table. I dip the fresh bread I made into the soup and feel the delicious crust crunch between my teeth.

'Mhm.' Shawn swallows. 'This is really good.' He says.

'Told you.' I smile.

We eat in silence for a couple of minutes, but then our second date on his roof pops back into my head.

"But if I'm going to fuck you, it's going to be rough." Shawn's words ring in my ears.

He did say that back then, but to be honest, I haven't seen him keeping his promise.

'You warned me the first time we slept together.' I say.

Shawn's beautiful brown eyes meet mine. A frown resting between his eyebrows, waiting for me to continue as he brings the spoon to his mouth.

'You said you were going to be rough.'

Shawn's eyes widen out of surprise and he chokes on the soup, coughing a few times before looking at me again.

'I- uh...' He clears his throat.

'I don't want to scare you away, Beth.' He says, looking away from my eyes.

'You won't. I literally have been waiting for it since the first time you said it.' I lie, it just occurred to me moments ago.

'Ok.' A smile forms on his lips and he raises one eyebrow.

He looks at me for a moment and his look makes my heart beat a little faster. He looks down at his soup again and continues eating without saying anything.

'Ok? That's it?' I smile, looking at him.

'Yeah, well... I'm obviously not going to fuck you right now, what's the fun in that?'