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He was everywhere, not only physically, but also in my dreams, in my head. My mind kept gravitating toward him. There were moments I still recalled what my mom had said to me that night, and I wanted to hate him for it, but I couldn’t.
Wednesday evening, I was craving ramen, and it was almost midnight. I didn’t want to disturb Morris, so I went down to the kitchen, tiptoeing to avoid waking anyone. I grabbed a pot and a pack of ramen noodles. I tried to follow the steps on the pack. I poured the seasoning and added some powdered bouillon and threw some vegetables inside.
I took a seat at the island and used my phone as I waited for the ramen to cook.
“Are you cooking?” Tristan asked, entering the kitchen. He didn’t look like someone waking up from sleep.
“Yeah, I’m hungry,” I said, staring at him longer than I’d intended.
He walked to the cooktop with both hands in the pockets of his sweatpants and peeked into the pot. He looked back at me with an amused grin. He grabbed a spoon and took a taste.
I waited for his feedback, but his face twisted in distaste. He shook his head and burst out in laughter.
“How is it?” I asked, standing up.
“What did you put inside?” He laughed, and I frowned.
“I’m sure it doesn’t taste that bad. I followed the steps correctly,” I said, picking up the spoon and taking a taste. I spat it out immediately. It tasted very salty.
Tristan laughed while I glared at him.
He grabbed the pot and poured everything in the sink. He grabbed a new pack and started making another one.
“Do you want me to put some shrimp in it?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me as he grabbed some stuff from the freezer.
“Yes, please.”
He returned with some vegetables and a bag of shrimp. I stood back and tried to memorize everything he was doing, but after the fourth step, I’d forgotten the first step. My mouth watered as he stirred the noodles with different mixtures.
He grabbed a bowl and poured the hot ramen inside. He placed it in front of me with chopsticks.
“Has anyone told you how sexy you look when you’re cooking?” I asked as I picked up the chopsticks.
He only smiled and walked to the sink. I moaned in content after the first taste. I thought I had a new favorite food.
“Do you want some? We can share,” I asked.
He took the seat beside me and joined me to eat the ramen. He told me about his childhood experiment with food, how his mom always kicked him out of the kitchen and warned the maids not to allow him close to the kitchen.
We didn’t feel like sleeping by the time we were done, so I suggested we play Jenga. I grabbed a bottle of red wine. I promised Tristan I’d only drink one glass, and he grudgingly agreed. We spent an hour sipping wine, laughing about our favorite childhood memory as we played the game.
Three a.m., we were still up, talking, and Jenga blocks had fallen. I brought up another game that Tristan found ridiculous but agreed to play. The game was to find the fastest person to retrieve three items from the kitchen while blindfolded. Yeah, it was stupid.
“I’m right behind you, so don’t think about cheating,” I whispered into his ear as I tied my scarf around his eyes. My fingers skimmed up his toned chest through his shirt. I kissed his cheek and pulled away.
“This is making me horny,” he groaned with a frown. “How about we play this in the bedroom?”
He smirked, and I elbowed him playfully.
“I’m hitting the timer. Ready. Set. Go,” I sang.
I trailed behind him as he walked slowly toward the kitchen. He extended his hand forward to avoid bumping into a wall.
“Watch where you’re going,” I teased even if he was going the right way. I laughed as he paused and moved his right leg forward, trying to feel any barrier.
“This is stupid,” Tristan hissed as he walked cautiously to the dining room.
I laughed so hard when his crotch met the edge of the table. He grunted and hunched as he took in the pain.
