I've Given You My Heart To Break..

“Hi Angie.. You look beautiful with your hair free..” he says with a nice smile. And you, you look beautiful with this tight black shirt.. But I would rather take it off.. Shut the fuck up!
I got rid of my weird thought and let Andy in. I lead him to the living room and we sat. What should I say now?
“So.. What were you doing at the bakery this morning?” thanks Andy! I never thought I would think that, but thank you fucking much now!
“I was helping a friend of mine.”
“Oh.. Didn't you tell me you didn't have a lot of friend?” and do you write down everything I say?
“But I still have some.” I smile shyly, looking down.

“Where did you learn to cook?” I look up at him.. You really want to know?!
“Well, my mom always taught me the basics. Then after graduating I went to France.. French pastry is the best as they say.. Then I came back here and got a job..” he smiles at me then takes my hand.. Is it an habit of him? Because I still feel it burning my hand!
“I'm glad you came back..” I smile back and feel him caressing my hand.. When are you releasing me? Not that it hurt, not at all, but my mind is playing trick to me..
“What about you? You told me you were in a rock band?” he nods, looking at our hands with a grin.
“Yeah.. I am the lead singer. Would you cook me something? I can't stop thinking about what you did last night..” Last night? No.. I haven't done anything of what I really want.. Shut. Up!

“Uh.. I cook you something if you sing me something..” he frowns, but then a smile appear on his lips. Could you stop caressing my hand? I can't think properly!
“I don't usually sing just like that..” what? A singer that doesn't 'sing just like that'? WTF?
“Oh.. But I don't cook just like that neither..” I add with a crooked smile. He can't help but let out a soft giggle. I think it's the first time -except when I forced my mother to let me travel to France- that I say a -at least half- no! It felt weird, but I hope he won't get mad.. I hate problems, arguments or fights. I always agree so that people don't get mad.. I know I shouldn't, but it's stronger than me. I don't like arguing, I'm almost scared of it.. And I always end up being a slave!
“Deal.. If you cook me something. I'll sing you something.” I smile widely and stood up. Finally an excuse to release my hand!

I lead the tall man to the kitchen and we took all we could need.. What will I do? A chocolate cake, they say it's a good aphrodisiac.. Then we head to the bedroom and.. Oh my God can't you just shut the fuck up? I'm trying to be nice with my best friend's friend. And no. We won't have sex! Sure? Sure!
“Are you okay?” what? I look up at him with a confused look.
“You're like arguing with yourself..”
“No I'm not” actually yes, I do. I do a lot, arguing against myself.. Especially when my head want me to fuck an almost stranger!
“Don't worry.. So what do you want?” he bents his head to the side then suddenly smiles.
“Let's make a chocolate cake!” Good.. You're happy? My little demon smiles and nods.

I take floor, cocoa, eggs, milk.. And put everything on the large table. What about.. Teaching him?
“You want to learn?” his smile goes huge and he nods quickly. I show him slowly, step by step. He seems totally amazed..
“Am I doing it right?” no.. And I can't say yes, it would be mean.. I shook my head, then take his hand to teach him the right move. Even if my heart is racing, but doing this with him is just.. Awesome. His smile is like a child's one and he seems really happy to be doing.. A cake!
When we are done we put the dough in a shape together then put it in the hot oven. Andy keep looking at it as if it will be ready just now..
“Hey! You have to wait about forty minutes..” he turns to me and pouts.. He acts so much like a child.. I really didn't imagine it would be like this!

“So I guess it's time for me to sing you something?” he says pulling me to him. He wraps his arms around me and I feel my face turning bright red.. He's gonna fuck you.. Hell no!
“Uh.. No.. first I have to clean everything behind us..” I breath out.. We are way to close! Too too close! I need some distance.. Now!
He reluctantly let go of me and I instantly take a few steps away. The farther the best!
“We were both cooking. So I will help you cleaning.” he says, already taking some bowls to wash them. What can I say? It seems he does his best to stay close to me.. Why? Seriously, why?

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