Blame It On Pride

C h a p t e r T e n

Y/n's POV:

I forced my eyes open, as the gap of blue-monochromatic curtains shined through a modicum stray of light,

I was in bed, in a massive-poster bed, the sheets glided against my skin, soft and swathing, depicting on wispy-pigments, light and effortless to motion in,

I struggle to distinguish my surroundings, as it takes me a minutes to really acknowledge where I am...

The bed had poles at each side and a carcass steeping above and over the whole bed, it is Brazilian Cherry, ornamented with cryptic ornaments, an accent wall behind me, a massive TV in front of me, plasma even, two nigh time-tables at each side, both matching the white hues of the bedroom, having tiny lanterns, there's a wardrobe at my right and a modicum bookshelf at my left, the ceiling maintains beige and so do the walls and the floor is in Mocca-wood.

I crawl out of it and decide to check in h=which bedroom I am, steeping on some socks since the floor is quite-cold, I step out of the bedroom and notice that it is the left one, in front of me a door, Rafe must be there.

I stretch my arms above my head and pace back inside the room, grasping the cellphone from the counter, I notice that it's half past ten in the morning,

Swatting the curtains open, I walk towards the kitchen and notice that Rafe in fact is there, drinking coffee, he is wearing sweatpants and topless once again, are shirts banned in here or something?

'Finally.' He mutters as I walk towards the kettle, switching it on and glaring at him,

'Oh please, it's not that late.' I scoff as he smirks and shakes his head,

'I am calling for breakfast, you have ten seconds to tell me what you want.'

'Why, can't we make breakfast ourselves?' I ask,

'First of all, there's no 'we' and second of all, why the fuck would I trust your cooking?' He snarks,

'For your knowledge, I've been nominated as making the best pancakes in the whole World.' I muse, he chuckles in disbelief,

'Yeah, I am ordering.' He mutters as I smirk and walk towards the fridge,

'Your loss, you can eat those silicone-like blobs on your plate whilst I will enjoy my warm, syrupy-pancakes.'

He scoffs,

'Why are you so determined to give me your damn pancakes?' He inquires,

'I am not, just saying that cooking independently is not that difficult, maybe if you wouldn't live on your daddy's money all the time, you'd know.' I mumble the last part quieter, he tilts his head and walks towards me, his muscles flexing against the light of outside,

'Look at me when talking to me.' He demands, I glare at him,

'Make those stupid pancakes and if they are bad, I am ordering.' He hesitantly declares, I smile mischievously and fetch out the ingredients,

'Deal, and if they are good, what's in it for me?'

'Weren't you the one who conveyed the idea in the first place?' He asks, challenging me,

'I changed my mind.'

He smirks and leans in, his face inches away from mine, I glance at his eyes and then at his lips,

'Fine, what do you want?' He asks, sounding a bit frustrated,

'If my pancakes are good, I will drive us to the office today.'

His eyes widen as he frowns,

'There's no way I am stepping in the same car as you, when you are in control of it.' He demands,

'I sat in the same car as you.'

'Yes, because I know how to drive.' He responds, grinning,

'Do we have a deal?' I ask, he contemplates for a minutes and sighs heavily after,

'Fine.'

I grin wickedly and begin to prepare the bowl with ingredients,

Combining and mixing the batter, heating the pan and starting to officially cooking them,

I can feel Rafe's eyes lingering over me as I cook, I am dedicated to make these the best pancakes he has ever eaten, and then, we will see who's laughing in the end.

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After a while, I was ready to decorate and serve,

Taking a white plate, circular with little ramparts at it's side, I set pancakes in a semi-circle, they overlap each other by a half, as then, I place a vanilla-scooped ice cream at it's side, clustering a leaf of mint into it and finishing off with some light-chocolate syrup that strays over the food,

Adding little slices of banana at the ice cream's side, I place fork and a knife in front of Rafe, he is examining my each move, and then, I place the dish in front of him, he crooks a salacious smile and glances at me,

He grasps the cutlery and initiates to slice the pancakes, scooping a little bit of ice cream on the fork, however before he places it in, I squeal,

'The banana slices!'

He glares at me, stupefied,

'Feed me them then.'

I widen my eyes as he chuckles and scoops a banana slice on his fork and then finally, takes it in his mouth, chewing and eventually swallowing,

His Adam's apple motions as he swallows it entirely, he then glares at me and reluctantly clenches his jaw,

'If you get us in a car accident, it's all your responsibility.'

I smile as I tilt my head,

'You liked them, didn't you?'

'They were...okay.' He answers, as he continues eating them, hah! Beat that one prick.

I nod and gather some on my plate as well, our eyes meet once again as he slowly wipes his bottom lip with his thumb and the licks it, all this time looking intensely into my eyes, I gulp as he licks his bottom lip...