Found in Us (Lost 2)

"Wow." Shiny surfaces and every appliance that can be found in a kitchen surround us. All unused.

"Museum kitchen?" I ask.

"Guilty as charged. I've been eating out ever since I moved in here. But here's your chance to inaugurate it. Ready?"

"You bet. Let's start. I'm starving."

Chapter Fifteen

Parker

If I had to make a list of the hottest things a woman can do, cooking wouldn't make that list. But watching Jessica near the stove is a turn-on. She puts music on her phone and starts dancing around the kitchen, smiling the entire time. The fact that she’s dressed in a provocative red dress and high heels adds a touch of weirdness to the whole thing. But then again, there is nothing ordinary about Jessica.

I lean on the table in the center of the kitchen, content to watch her. The way she inspects each ingredient, you'd think they're some kind of precious stones. But that's the thing with her. She finds joy in everything. She brings this place exactly what it’s missing. Life. Light. I begin to ask myself if there's any place Jessica wouldn't bring light to.

"You should have a housewarming party," Jessica says after putting all the ingredients in three pans. She now waits patiently by the stove, peeking inside.

"No time. Besides, the house is half-empty. It's just the ground floor and two of the six bedrooms that have furniture."

She turns to face me, a smirk crossing her delicious lips. I can't wait to taste them again. "Housewarming parties aren't about showing off your furniture, for heaven's sake. It's about not having too much furniture so it doesn't stand in the way of fun."

"Not for adults," I answer, smiling.

"Being an adult isn't an excuse for being boring."

"No, it definitely isn't for you," I muse.

Her eyes widen, and something flickers in them. "Is that a bad thing?"

I walk over to her, putting my arms on the counter around her, trapping her.

"I'm not sure. You make me lose control in a way I haven't allowed myself in a long time. And I'm beginning to like it."

I kiss her before she can answer, tasting a million things on her lips. Her passion for life, and everything in it. Her passion for me.

"Parker," she whispers when we stop for air. I kiss her again, indulging in what she makes me feel. I lift up her skirt, hungry to touch her again. I pull her closer to me until her full breasts press against my chest, making my dick throb anew, wanting to pound her again. A weird whistling sound comes from somewhere next to us. She pushes me away.

"Crap," Jessica exclaims, hovering over the pans again, with a deep frown on her forehead. "You stay away from me until after we eat. I don't want to ruin this."

"Agreed, chef," I say and she darts her tongue out briefly before focusing on the pans again.

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Jessica

"So what's the verdict?" I ask, as he takes the first bite of steak.

"You are a witch."

"The I'll-use-your-entrails-for-a-potion kind, or the I'll-turn-your-pumpkin-into-a-carriage kind?" I frown. "No, I think the latter kind was called a fairy."

I feel Parker's warm breath against my neck as he puts an arm around my waist from the back. "The kind that has the power to turn everything around her bright."

Normally, I'd laugh at a line this corny. But my breath catches instead. This is no line.

We take a seat at the kitchen table, opposite each other. Parker takes another bite of his steak.

"You think you got well acquainted with your kitchen?" I ask playfully.