Close To The Dangerous Bad Boy novel Chapter 14

Wearing only a blue towel around his hips.

Dripping wet. His hair was soaking wet, making it look completely raven black. A few droplets of water slipped from the tips of his hair on his upper body, slowly moving over his carved chest, across the canyons of his almost six-pack, all the way to the V shape vertex…He looked like Michelangelo's statute taking his first breath.

He glanced at me, making my heart skip a beat. The bruise around his eye was still quite bad, but at least the swelling on his lower lip went down. He looked so incredible, it made me gasp for air.

"There's no eggs." He casually said.

"T…They're yellow." I grimaced in response. I still couldn't believe that he was standing in my kitchen, practically naked…cooking.

He narrowed his eyes, confused. "Yes, eggs are yellow and white…" He said in a tone of voice that was asking for an explanation.

I realized how crazy I must sound, - of course eggs are yellow! I made no sense at all. "We don't have anything yellow, no food or furniture…my mom can't stand that colour."

Lucas raised one of his eyebrows, looking even more confused.

"She has, um, OCD. It's like…she's obsessed with certain things, and she's got this tic - no yellow whatsoever…" I tried to explain, even though my mom was hard to explain.

He finally seemed content with my answer. "That also explains the lack of cheese," He muttered to himself "and now, I guess we won't be having pancakes for breakfast." He started putting the frying pan away.

I just remembered something that would solve that problem. "Actually we could make pancakes, there's a pancake mix in the cupboard. It doesn't taste the same, but it's not bad."

He opened one of the cupboards. "Here?" Lucas asked, searching for the pancake mix.

"No, to your left." I pointed in that direction.

After we got up and Lucas put his towel back on, passing all the weird awkwardness, we started making pancakes. I mixed the powder from the box with some milk, and Lucas began to heat up the pan. It was a real joy watching him flip pancakes in the air, while he was humming that melody from his mother's lullaby. In my head was still echoing the sound of his velvet voice from last night…

His face was so calm and so happy…It made me almost forget about his father, mother, my ugly secret. He seemed so natural, just standing there, in my kitchen, throwing pancakes in the air with a smile on his face. They say that women have mood swings, but Lucas had a serious case of that too. One time he is angry, he hates me, the next he is kissing me, protecting me, making me pancakes…oh, the world in that boy's head.

"Give me your plate, lil' kitty." He said cheerfully "I'm gonna make you a pancake-a-la-Dashwood."

I couldn't help but to chuckle. I liked that side of Lucas.

He mixed some sugar with fresh squeezed orange juice and spread it all over the pancake. "I'd mix it with lemon juice, but since yellow is banned from this place," He smirked. "I had to be resourceful. Here." He gave me the plate, the pancake smelled delicious.

There was only one problem…How am I going to eat this? I haven't eaten in days, and my stomach got used to it, so I'd have to force myself, plus I won't be able to eat more than a few bites. That was the first time I regretted not eating. My stomach shrunk so much, I'd get sick if eating to much, in this case - eating the entire pancake.