When I Decided to Love Him

I pushed him away, "Sorry, I'm not interested anymore."

Caleb froze and then sat up after I did.

Ignoring him, I got out of bed and rushed out the door.

But with his long legs, he had the advantage and chased me to the door, stopping me.

I stared at him warily, "What, are you trying to use force on me?"

He was at a loss for words.

He looked a little annoyed, glanced around, and then said, "The ingredients are here, let's eat before you leave."

"No."

"Then let's go out and eat."

After he finished speaking, he went back inside to get dressed, leaving me alone with a messy mind.

In truth, I just wanted him to experience the feeling of being hot and cold as well. After all, he was the one who enjoyed playing tricks on others.

When he came out dressed, I said, "I'm tired of eating out. I don't want to go."

Without even a moment's hesitation, he turned his head and made his way into the kitchen.

I followed, leaning against the kitchen doorframe to watch him wash and cook.

No matter what, a handsome man was always a sight to behold, no matter the task at hand.

By the time the three dishes and the soup were ready, I had completely forgotten the times he had been a pain in my neck.

Halfway through the meal, I even asked him, "Can I still come over for dinner?"

"I rarely cook," Caleb replied.

The light in my eyes dimmed.

He added meaningfully, "I suppose I could reluctantly cook a few more times if that's what you want."

Reluctantly, really?

Why did I get the sense of a boyfriend pampering his girlfriend?

I didn't overthink it, did I?