𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝟺|𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙸𝙸𝙸 - 𝙿𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚍𝚔𝚊, 𝚂𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

 

Bright Chivaaree

As much as I want to really close my eyes and rock myself to sleep, I can't seem to take my mind out of the things that occurred earlier. Honestly, I wasn't drunk since I've only emptied down a total of five bottles of beer. I only wanted to be all chummy with Win without him noticing, and him thinking that I was drunk and probably doesn't know what I was doing. In fact, I do remember everything clearly and even found myself crowding him and even making a bold move of holding him. With that thought alone, I rolled on my side and squeezed the life out of my pillow until I calmed myself.

It was really hard acting to be drunk, and I'm a bit guilty actually to deceive Win but he's just too adorable when he goes all flustered with my little flirting. I sprawled back to bed and moments of what happened at the rooftop earlier marred my mind, the way his lips looked so beautifully enticing that made me so determined to claim it. But I didn't, because it's not time. I still don't want to scare him away, I actually almost did when he said that it was something that shouldn't be recalled. Those words did hurt a lot, it was the same way of saying that he didn't want that to happen which I perfectly understand. Win is a human and I am a werewolf, we're from different worlds and only happened to meet because his parents are werewolves. If given a chance to wish for something, I'd ask the Moon Goddess to make him one - and of course, to be mated with me so that he could think of us as normal. Not that we're not, but I know that he was thinking of that when he told me that earlier - I do understand but that doesn't mean I was not hurt.

"He wants me to forget? Over my dead body," I mumbled. "Did he really think that I was drunk? I mean I did say that I was, but it was just for show. Come on, everyone knows that I am a heavy drinker and five bottles of beer are absolutely nothing. Ugh, he should know that by now," I mumbled.

There was absolutely no way that I wouldn't kiss him. Come on, the guy is superbly beautiful, and there was no way that I'd forget how much he'd blush the darkest shade of red I have ever seen; how his smile comes in a variety of ways but in the end - would still end up being a bunny smile one. The way he'd be shy and flustered when I try and flirt with him, his cute stutters whenever he's being cornered, and how much he'd start to become comfortable enough. Even the way he would hum when he's being too occupied with his cooking or baking, that even I would mentally hum the same thing whilst listening to him. Sometimes, he'd be bold enough and dance small steps whilst swaying his ample hips that would unconsciously seduce me. Those oversized shirts that he'd wear showcasing his collarbone and a whole lot more. Those almost porcelain-like skin matching his slender legs under his shorts. Even his large hazel eyes that would find their way to glance at me momentarily - everything about Win was just pleasantly adorable.

So what if he's a human and a sexy one at that? I don't really care about any of that clearly since he's captured my heart from who knows when. And I definitely want to kiss him. Not now. Soon.

Let's even add how his eyes flickered against his eyelids and how it lingered on my lips, unconsciously gulped down with whatever thoughts he had in mind. His warm breath fanning on my own mouth making me just want to feel the hotness of those on my own. But didn't because I'd be damned if he'd be awkward around me. I can still recall how his eyes shut close when I brushed my lips on his cheeks, satiated my desires with that form of chastity right there and then.

So there's no way that I'd forget about it, and there would be no way that I'd just wait for the Moon Goddess to make her way - and yet, I'd still pray that his path would lead to mine. And if his adorable expression when he embraced me earlier counted for something between us - my ambition to be with him should really be attainable.

I just hope that he wouldn't build a defense whenever I am around.

"I can't sleep," I mumbled and found myself planting both feet on the hard floor whilst slipping on my house slippers. Once done, I made my way out of my own room and walked towards the direction of the guest room where Win was sleeping. I was just there, standing and contemplating if I should disturb his sleep which would be rude - no one wants their sleep to be disturbed. Glancing at my watch, it flashed me 4:00 in the morning and I groaned unconsciously from frustration. Shrugging my shoulders, I've decided to just go back to my room and force myself to sleep or maybe to the kitchen and eat. Either way would be a choice, not good, but at least there were choices.

As I was about to turn my heels away from the only thing that separated me from my mate, the door creaked open revealing Win who was rubbing his eyes before giving me a confused look. I was dumbstruck momentarily because even him being all sleepy - was also too adorable.

"Hey," he uttered as he stepped outside and closed the door behind him. "You're up early?" He yawned and I smiled because he's just too cute.

"Uhm, I actually haven't got a wink of sleep."

"Hmm," he tilted his head a little and my eyes landed on his neck - making me gulp down hard before looking back into his face. "Something wrong?"

"Well, I'm sober. And now I'm hungry," I replied earning a light giggle from Win.

"Come with me, I'll make something up for you in the kitchen," he decided.

Win walked in front of me and I can perfectly tell that he still wanted to sleep in, but since I am being a little brat that wanted food and attention - he's making sure that I was catered. Feeling a flash of guilt, I tugged on the hem of his shirt lightly making him twirl around in my direction. Slightly embarrassed, I looked away and scratched the back of my head as I try and erase the thoughts from earlier away from my mind. And think of happy thoughts.

"That's fine, you can go back to sleep. I can make my own meal," I reasoned out.

"Ahh...I'm hungry, too," Win pouted making me blink at a speed of light to try and formulate his words. Poor brain, short-circuited with Win's cuteness.

"Oh." Oh, he's hungry but I'm not.

"Yeah, so don't worry about it, Bright."

Silence enveloped within our midst as we made our way into the kitchen, and us looking at our friends still sprawled on the couch, floor, on each other because of drunkenness. Slowly and quietly, we both went into the kitchen, and Win let out a pearl of a light giggle from our slyness. Making me snicker, as well. Win had this ability to make other people laugh when he lets out his own laugh - it's really contagious. I do love it, but sometimes, it also makes me jealous when other people try and be overly too friendly with him - and laugh with him - taking his attention away from me.

"What do you want to eat?" Win asked as he looked inside the fridge. "We still have some left-over foods from dinner last night. Do you want me to heat it up instead? Or do you want to eat something freshly made? Is pasta okay? Do you want me to make you a portion of pasta with vodka to cure your hangover? Penne alla vodka perhaps?" He asked teasingly while I just sat there listening to his voice - masculine but at the same time soft, sending shivers down my spine. Finally snapping out of my trance, I raised an eyebrow.

"What? Pasta with vodka? Is that even possible?" I curiously inquired, this time Win giggled before giving me a nod. "For real, how do you even do it?"

"Just like how you normally cook pasta. Fill a big pan with water and some salt goes into the same pan and bring it to a boil, only this time, swap some of those water portions with vodka. Usually, when I do it at home, I throw in three cups of vodka to five cups of water. You do the math," he explained and I sat there - amused. "Do you want that?"

"I've never tried that," he said almost excitedly. "But you don't drink and you might get drunk with that," worriedly, which Win shrugged off as he started to open the pantry door and disappear momentarily before appearing with a full-hand of ingredients.

"Will you be a dear and grab me some vodka from your stash?" He asked and I nodded, making my way into the room which was filled with cognac, whiskey, brandy, rum, red and white wine, chocolate liqueur, mint liqueur, gin, vodka, and sake. Okay, so this part right here of the house is Aegon's and Maeve's one combined together and I'm simply grabbing the vodka that Win asked me. Afterwhich, I handed the bottle to him and he placed it on the counter together with the other ingredients that he prepared while I stood there just looking at his every move. Probably being creepy, he glanced at me.

"Thank you and shoo," he said whilst waving his hand to shoo me away. "Go play with your phone, watch some TV or something and just let me cook in peace," he said shyly.

"But you cooking for me is so much better than watching TV. I promised that I'd be very quiet so you could cook my pasta in peace. And you didn't answer me earlier, will this not make you drunk?" I moved closer and actually leaned on the counter where he was chopping some onions, and he gave me a slight head shake.

"Once you mix alcohol with food, it would not get anyone drunk because the alcohol in the liquid is cooked off. So you're just basically left with the taste of the alcohol that was used, and the amount of alcohol that was mixed with the food is negligible. The vodka, however, would boost and intensify the flavor of the tomatoes that I'll be adding. So, no, I would not get drunk. Will that make you feel less worried about me going drunk and you taking care of me if I would?" He said slyly and I rolled my eyes to act as if I was greatly offended making him chuckle.

"You're like saying that I've been a pain in the ass earlier," I complained and he bumped his hip against mine making me look at him. "Are you...flirting with me?"

"No!" He almost shouted before pursing his lips tight with that blush. "I mean, I wasn't flirting with you. Can you just...go away and let me cook? I'm hungry, and you wouldn't like me if I'm hungry because I bite."

"Jeez, fine mother," I protested faking an annoyance.

"At least call me father since I'm a male, just in case you forgot - and will you please stop eating the parmesan cheese cause I need that for the pasta?"

"Fine," I said defeatedly and grabbed a bit of cheese that I shoved in my mouth. "I'd be a dear and sit down, play with my phone and wait for the meal, your highness."

Win hummed in agreement as I made my way into the kitchen stool since he kicked me out just now. Such a shame, him cooking would always be better to stare at and look at than my newsfeed which was just filled with my friends' pictures from earlier at the party. And me spotting Win in every single photo, saved it on my phone, and carried on hunting for his beautiful face in a crowded still image in front of me. Once I was engrossed in looking at Win on my phone screen, a rich smell of onion suddenly filled the kitchen, and now, I am greatly famished. I looked up and saw Win swaying his hips - again, a little habit of his when he's into his cooking which I find cute.

"It already smells so good," I commented.

"Yup! Wait 'til you taste the finished product. I bet you'd ask me for seconds," he said cheekily.

"Oh, boy, you really know how to make someone so eager. Now, I can't wait to taste your cooking."

"Uh-huh, I could make anyone drool with just the crackles and sizzles of whatever I'm throwing in the pan," he said proudly and I chuckled - so much confidence.

It took a couple of minutes for our food to be ready, and when it was, Win served two plates, sprinkled the grated parmesan cheese on top of the servings, and made sure that mine was a lot more than his own plate. Once done, he walked over to the kitchen island and placed one on my side and the other one right across me. Disappeared into the alcohol room, stepped out with a cabernet sauvignon in hand, and grabbed some wine glasses from the cabinet. Yes, he knows very well where things were inside this house because he'd been here a million times - and I loved every moment of it. Win filled the wine glasses halfway before he took the seat right across me with a wide beam on his face. And my heart was flipping because we look like a couple having a date night at home with the pasta and the wine.

"Let's eat," he exclaimed and I nodded.

Shoving a spoonful in my mouth, I hummed in delight and satisfaction as I savored every little bit of the ingredients. The sweetness of the tomato was even more complemented by the refined olive oil that he used in it. Even the red pepper flakes that he added gave the pasta a gentle spice, savory taste of the fresh oregano and basil against the prosciutto that he threw in. And the penne pasta was perfectly hearty and tender making the dish worthy of a fine dining restaurant.

"Goodness, this is heaven. Win, this is my new favorite now. But of course, I would still eat my favorite crispy pork and basil stir-fry," I winked and he shook his head, probably already finding me too hot for him to handle. "You should teach me how to cook this one, Win."

"Sure thing, and then you could cook one for your mate and your kids in the future, and they'd all gush about how Uncle Win taught their Daddy Bright such good cooking skills," he paused like he was thinking. "Well, not the kids though because this had vodka in it and I don't want them to taste vodka at such an early age. And definitely not want your wife to nag me about adding vodka to the pasta," he said dryly and my heart constricted, but I can see the same amount of pain from his own expression.

"I like that plan, but not exactly as you described though," I expressed making him stare at me with those gears turning on his head. "I mean, what if I don't want a wife? What if I wanted to have a husband instead? Or what if I don't really want to marry in the first place? Or I may be, I just wanted to learn this so I could cook one for you in the future? Haven't you ever thought of that?" I inquired and Win blushed, ducked his head, and shyly poked on the pasta making me mentally facepalm myself. I was about to say something when he raised his head and smiled.

"Well, I like the last choice better," he said almost in a whisper.

"Yeah? Me, too. Any choice with you in it will always be the better choice, that's irrefutable."

"Thanks," he responded and my heart stopped beating for a moment.

Can you get any cuter than this?