Chapitre 6: CHAPTER FIVE
EMILIAN'S POV
It's the weekend, and Sunday is my day off from stress and hard labour, and negativity... Crazy right?
But yeah, after an amazing church service, the rest of the day is to myself. And the best part of it is that I get to try new recipes, a mix of failed attempts and a few successful ones, but the fun in it is priceless. Plus, I get to treat myself specially too.
And today, I will be trying out a funny mashed brownie and mixed flavours I saw online. Perhaps I should expand my menu.
I wear my apron around my neck and knot it behind, ready to treat myself. Bring out my dry ingredients, I pour cocoa blend and flour and sugar in a bowl, milk in another, and eggs in the third, and begin whisking the eggs to an even texture.
For a second, my mind drifts away from me, my mini kitchen and house. The mental image of Mr. Stranger sitting opposite me as I treat him specially, and have him stuff his cheeks like the cute bunny and have his aura intricate me differently.
Attracted to aggression is appalling and oddly bliss, I may have made him my monster...my monster. His charming smile, flawless skin, nice cologne, and oh my God, well-groomed beards are a die for, and even if he were a monster, he would make a cute one.
My cute bunny monster.
I chuckle, drifting back to reality to see how badly I had messed up my exploring space, for just a few minutes I lived in fantasy.
Fantasy does suck, but if it promises me the memory of his smell and smile and sweet sonant, then it's a risk worth taking.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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