Let me love you

Chapter 29

Chloe's P.O.V

"How come your parents never taught you how to cook?" Ian asks me as he gets the defrost mince out of the microwave. 

"Well, my mum wanted to but, I was never really interested in cooking. I find it easier to burn the kitchen down than fry an egg," I say, shrugging as I place in a row all the spices he asked me to get.

"If I was you then, yeah, I probably wouldn't cook either."

I turn to the side, placing one hand on the counter, leaning on it and the other one on my waist.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I raise an eyebrow at him as he throws me a quick glance before putting oil in a pan and turning the hob on.

"It doesn't suppose to mean anything else, just that!" He says, smiling at me before dropping the mince in the now hot pan.

You know, I'll take his words as a compliment and not an insult cause that just means that I know my boundaries well. 

"You wanted to learn how to cook so, put a little bit of all those spices on the mince," he tells me while stirring the mince with a wooden big spoon.

"How much is the little bit?" I ask, holding the black pepper powder above the pan.

"Oh, God! Why?" I hear him say under his breath as I glare at him.

That was rude!

"Just throw in until I tell you to stop so you'll get the idea," he says, pointing with his eyes to the pan.

"Okay," I say as I start to throw pepper in slowly.

"That's enough, see that's how much you need to put in for the other ones as well. Go on!" He says as he stirs the mince.

I grab the rest of the spices and do exactly what I did before. I try to put around the same amount for everything but I'm a person that needs these directions to be more precise. Why couldn't he just tell me to put half a teaspoon of every spice, huh? 

"Good! See, this was easy, and you didn't burn done the kitchen yet, " he says, stirring the meat that starts to get some colour.

"Yeah, I guess, I may be not as bad as I thought I was."

"At seasoning at least yes," I hear him say.

"Now I don't think I need to teach you how to boil water right?" He asks, chuckling.

"It depends on what you want me to put in the water afterwards that might be an issue, " I say fake laughing as I watch him freeze at my words, turning to look at me with eyebrows furrowed.

"Do you not know how to make pasta?" He asks slowly. 

"I know how to make pasta, but I can't boil an egg, " I say, smiling while his face stays the same.

"Come again, " he says, leaning a bit closer to me.

"Pasta is like the only thing I know how to cook but I can't make boiled eggs for the life of me, I just can't seem to get the timing right, " I say, my smile falling at how sad that sounds.

"Who can't boil an egg?" He asks me, astounded by what I reveal.

"I know right?!"

"But cooking pasta and boiling an egg is the like the same thing. You put these things in hot water for no more than 10 minutes, well it depends on how you want the yolk to be but, " he stops talking mid through and puts the tomato sauce in the pan, stirring it all together.

"You know what? never mind, let's move on," he says, putting a lid on the frying pan.

"Great, I'll boil the water!" I say, filling the kettle with water and putting it to a boil as I grab another deeper pan and put a chicken cube in it as well as salt.

We continue cooking in silence for the next 10 minutes and then we served the food once it was done and let me tell you something, this smells delicious!

We took our plates and sat at the kitchen counter close to the window so we could watch the snow falling.

"This is amazing!" I say after tasting the spaghetti bolognese.

"Yeah, you're welcome, " he says chuckling.

"Do you like cooking?"

He really seems to enjoy it earlier.

"Yeah actually, I like cooking because it always helped me stay busy. It was the only other thing apart from studying and painting that I could do while being locked up at the apartment."

Most people would have said they liked cooking because they love food or like to experiment with flavours but not Ian. His answer left a bitter taste in my mouth.

It bothers me.

The way he was raised and continues to be raised by his parents bothers me. His parents bother me. I can understand being more strict with your child when it comes to their education and wanting them to get good grades but that's where it should stop.

They don't have the right to dictate his life.

They should be glad that their child didn't give up because they would have his blood on their hands. That tucks at my heart, I don't even want to think about that.

I turn my gaze to him as I continue to chew slowly, seeing him looking out the window at the heavy snow falling rapidly outside.

You know, most people wouldn't be able to live for a month or two locked up in their houses without going crazy, yet the boy sitting in front of me has lived like that for all 19 years of his age.

He's the strongest person I've ever met, and I don't think he realizes that.

"You like the snow huh?" I ask, smiling softly at him.

"Yeah, it's so bright and soft I assume... it's the brightest thing apart from stars that comes and goes in my dark life, " his smile flutters for a second before regaining his posture.

"Why don't we go outside in the snow tomorrow? You'll even be able to feel it, make a snowball and snow angels. They said it'll be snowing for the next two days straight, it'll be super fun and cold, " I say.

"Yeah, that would be really great, you can bring your camera as well and take some photos of us, " he says, leaning forward to where his nose was almost brushing against mine.

My breath gets caught up at the sudden nearness of our faces.

"Yeah, I will, " I say before clearing my throat and picking up the plates, putting them in the sink.

I need to calm my excited heart or else it might jump off my chest and run to his.

A/N

Do you know how to cook?

Do you like snow?

I hope you enjoy this chapter and I'll see you tomorrow for the next one!

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All the love - M ❤️