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Isabella Landon isn't the easiest person. With a heavily weighted baggage of past mistakes, decisions worth a river of tears. She still manages to create a decent life around herself. Supporting friends, high paying job and mind free of...
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The kitchen looked like destroyed war-zone after a strong bombing. Except the war was only between two people with bags of flour and smiles bigger than toothless six-years-old.
Dust of flours fell crisply in the air, covering a good portion of the kitchen floor, counters and both girls. Cassie's here were white and so was her clothing. Isabella, on the other hand, looked better, but only because she started shaking violently as if wet-dog possessed her.
Cassie pushed a hand through the kitchen counter, wiping leftover flour into the half-empty bag.
"Well," Isabella shuffled her hand through blonde hair what was indeed whiter than snow on mountains just outside the window. "We ruined flour... now we're left without cookies. Great."
Cassie shook the head, chucking a handful of flour into the bag. She started wiping her clothing, red flannel who had seen better days. "You don't need a full pack of flour to whip some amazing cookies. And we got just enough."
Isabella nodded, nearing Cassie. Without thinking she gasped redheads chin from moving and brushed rubbed through the freckled cheek. Cassie blushed under the touch.
"You had some flour."
"Thanks," Cassie mumbled, eyes falling on plum Isabella's lip. With a shake of the head, she boomed Isabella's nose. "Your nose had flour too."
"What can I say... I like to snort."
Cassie snickered. "You're ridiculous."
They both shared a full laugh. Cassie jumped on the counter, feet dangling in the air as she softly gazed at Isabella.
Isabella found herself staring at Cassie too. How her braided hair still was covered in white dust, icy blue eyes sparkled in the reflection of fire flickering not far away. Blonde had to remind herself how to breathe — Cassie looked nothing, but serene.
She wanted to kiss her.
Badly.
Instead of acting on her feelings, Isabella clapped hands together. "Alright. Whose gonna shower first?"
"You can," redhead waved off, looking distraught at all the mess they made. "I'll clean this... mess and start mixing everything."
"Are you sure?"
Without thinking, Cassie joked. "Unless you wanna have a shower together, then yes, I am fine with giving you a pass to have a shower first."
An image swayed without announcement into Isabella's head, seeding itself as the poisonous weed and overtaking any logical thought. Her body was struck. One thought of Cassie's skin glistening with water droplets, eyes brimmed with red as she stared with a parted mouth at heavily breathing Isabella.
It wasn't a mind painted memory, but a vague fragment from the night they met with an addition imagine of Cassie's naked body under the water.
Isabella could help when her eyelids dropped, lips curled into a smirk.
