Page 120 of Eye of the Hurricane
“Do you have any idea how hungry I am after tonight?” He asks pulling out the mayonnaise.
“I’m starting to get an idea from the amount of bread and cheese you’re getting out,” I say with a laugh. I take a better look at the ingredients and scrunch up my nose in disgust. “Mayonnaise on grilled cheese?”
“You’ll see, you’ll love it. It’s in place of butter, it makes it crispy and salty… and amazing.”
“I guess I’ll trust you but I want it noted that I’m suspicious.” He mimes pulling out a pad of paper and writing the note down.
I pop myself up on the part of the counter he isn’t using. He takes a break from making an assembly line of grilled cheese ingredients to come stand between my legs.
He brushes the hair out of my face and kisses my lips gently. I cross my ankles behind his back causing the soles of my heels to clack together. His large hands run up my thighs and under my dress leaving goosebumps in their wake.
He dips his head to my neck, kissing a line from my ear to my collarbone. I let out a satisfied sigh.
“Shouldn’t you be cooking?” I giggle. He drops his head to my shoulder.
“You’re addicting,” he says, dragging himself away from me and back to the stove. He flips over a piece of bread that is entirely black on the underside.
“Wow, baby, I’m really glad I trusted you on these grilled cheeses,” I taunt, laughing. He gives me a sheepish smile, taking a bite to prove it’s edible.
“Mmm, I think I like that,” he hums.
“The charred grilled cheese?”
“No. You calling me baby.” His smile is soft and genuine.
“I didn’t really think about it. It just felt natural,” I admit.
He finishes the grilled cheese he has in the skillet and this time he doesn’t let his attention wander. And when he’s done with it, it’s perfectly golden unlike the first one.
He cuts the sandwich in half and brings one of the halves over to me. He holds it up for me to take a bite and I do.
Well, fuck. I hate to be wrong but damn. This is the best grilled cheese I’ve ever had. He knows it too when there’s a moan low in my throat.
“You love it, don’t you? And you don’t want to hear I told you so,” he taunts.
“Yeah, yeah. You told me so, it’s amazing. Now give me another bite, baby.” I use his own admission to liking it against him. I chew on my lip, waiting for a reaction from him.
“Keep calling me baby and you’ll get more than a bite of food,” he says lowly.
“Is that a promise?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, honey, it’s a promise.” He cuts a second grilled cheese in half to share with me. I take one half and he has the other.
“Are you going to spend the night with me?” I ask, hopping off of the counter.
“I’ve told you before. I’ll be here anytime you want me here.” He puts the dishes into the sink and follows me out to the living room. He takes a seat on the couch and instead of taking the seat next to him, I curl up in his lap.
“I want you to stay with me. I like going to sleep with you and waking up with you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. You make me feel safe. My whole life I’ve felt like I had to have control at every turn but when I’m with you I feellike I can rest,” I tell him. His hand cradles my head and pulls it tight to his chest.
“You know, two people who have feelings for each other and spend most nights together usually have a name for it.” I know what he’s getting at but I play along with his bit of being vague.
“Really? I wonder if they have names they even call each other.”
“You know, rumor has it they do.”
