Married At Nineteen

Chapter Forty-two

It was the second week of the holiday, each day nothing to regret. Mother made sure of that of course, including Chris. She took me out on so many occasions, her friends sometimes accompanying her. It was quite annoying being around them but I adjusted.

Today Chris was in the kitchen with me, an apron tied around his waist. He had on his hands a pair of gloves which he used in taking out the cake in the oven.

His face had been decorated with streaks of powder, and on his apron large smears. I, along with a few maids were done preparing the hamburger meat and a few other delicacies for dinner. During times like this, the helpers were eating with the family as well.

Chris chose to help us, an assistance I couldn't deny. I was leaning against the counter, my hands holding onto the edges behind me. When Chris caught me staring at him, he smirked.

"Seems you derive pleasure from seeing me sweat." He said, leaving the cake and moving towards the door.

"Not much, it's kinda boring me out." I lied, my eyebrows knitting together as I watched him look out of the door.

He still had his smirk on as he walked back to me, towering over me with his height. I peered into his orbs, my heart pacing fast. Raising his hands by his sides to head level, I took each of them, taking off the gloves.

"Don't you think I'll be using that again?" He asked, but I ignored him, turning to my side to hang the gloves.

"Your job here is done Sir, so now, you'll leave for the real cooks to take over." I said with a smirk, jutting my chin out in pride. But I guess that was a bad idea as I caught something in his eyes.

His smirk didn't falter, it had stretched more across his face. I sucked in both of my lips, brushing off a strand that was never there off my face. I was a nervous wreck. I had to leave, IMMEDIATELY.

"You can go tell the cooks the cake is ready." I said, trying to hide my quiver but it had to put me to shame by displaying in my voice.

He closed the distance between us, my heart thumping really hard in my chest. "You'll suffocate me by coming any closer," I nervously chuckled.

"I thought you were never afraid. You proved it to me once." He said, his hands clamped onto the edge by my sides, trapping me between.

This is not a joke, I thought.

My armpits had begun itching me, my thighs burning in nervousness. But I wanted badly to...

We stared quiet, our eyes aligned with intensity as if daring ourselves. I don't know how it happened but my hand moved up-to his right cheek, cupping it. My thump stroked it gently with my eyes following the strokes.

He nestled into my palm, kissing it softly. It sent a strong bolt of electricity running through my spine. I bit my lower lip, a light smile making its way onto my lips.

This feeling was what I wanted to reserve forever. Was it even real? Was Chris still standing at the island, perhaps still waiting for the cake to be done?

My knees had become weak, my palm still stuck to his face. I began envying the hand that had the pleasure of his kisses much to my amusement.

He hung it over his shoulder, his hand snaking around my waist. He pressed me to his body like his life depended on it, his face dipped into the crook of my neck. I closed my eyes as I felt his lips contact my skin, the softness leaving behind more need for it. An instant and uncontrollable shiver raked down my body like electricity which made me grow weak for a second.

I softly digged my fingers into his shoulder, biting back the moan that tried to escape my lips.

He traced the kisses up my neck, trailing slowly up to my jaw before stopping at the corner of my lip. I opened my eyes at the loss of contact, displeased at the disruption of the moment. I peered into his orbs that looked back at me, as if seeking something.