He Heard Every Thought I Had About His Body Chapter 09
After dinner, Warren started cleaning up.
A few minutes later, he came out of the kitchen
carrying a slice of matcha roll cake.
“I haven’t made this in a long time. Give it a try.”
Then he headed straight back to the sink.
The truth was, Warren wasn’t naturally good at cooking.
When we were kids, our parents got the brilliant idea that we should both learn.
The result?
My dad ended up with food poisoning. Warren’s dad
spent the entire night throwing up.
Our moms stared at the charred food in horrified silence.
After that, nobody ever suggested cooking lessons again.
The next time Warren walked into a kitchen was when
we were in eighth grade.
I’d always had stomach problems.
On top of that, I loved eating junk food with my friends,
which only made things worse.
Morning stomachaches became routine.
Eventually, I couldn’t even eat cafeteria food anymore.
Every meal came right back up.
My parents were swamped with work at the time.
I didn’t want to worry them, so I kept it to myself.
I cut out greasy and spicy food and just dealt with it.
Warren was the first person who noticed something was wrong.
He never asked questions.
Instead, he quietly threw himself into learning how to
cook–and somehow, he got surprisingly good at it.
From then on, he made my breakfast and lunch every day.
He always claimed he’d made too much by accident
and didn’t want it to go to waste. I bought it. For an entire year.
It wasn’t until after chatting with Mrs. Cross that I learned the truth.
After we got married, Warren was still the one cooking and washing dishes.
He didn’t stop spending so much time in the kitchen until I hired Rosa.
The matcha roll cake melted in my mouth. Soft, sweet, perfect.
I finished every bite before carrying the empty plate into the kitchen.
Warren was still washing dishes.
“You can just leave it there.”
“Can we kiss tonight?”
The plate clinked against the sink.
Warren’s back was to me, so I couldn’t see his expression.
I only saw him place a clean plate right back onto the dirty stack.
After a long pause, he answered, “Okay.”
Warren walked into the bedroom so stiffly that his
arms and legs seemed to be moving in sync.
I set my book aside and looked at him.
“Should we start now?”
His eyes flicked toward the bed beneath me,
He hesitated for a few seconds.
Then he nodded. “Okay.”
“I already brushed my teeth and used mouthwash.”
“So did I.”
I pushed back the blanket and sat on the edge of the
bed, looking up at him.
I’d never kissed anyone before.
Romance novels and TV dramas had never interested me.
I had absolutely no real–life experience.
But fanfiction? That was another story entirely.
After thinking it over, I shifted onto my knees.
I reached up, wrapped my arms around Warren’s neck,
and gently pulled him down toward me.
His eyes widened. But he didn’t stop me.
I closed my eyes and kissed him.
He smelled faintly of clean soap.
I followed the steps I’d memorized–biting, licking, exploring.
Warren’s breathing gradually grew uneven.
Even so, he stayed perfectly still and let me take the lead.
He didn’t move until I finally pulled away.
His eyes lingered on my lips, and almost without
thinking, he leaned in again–before stopping himself.
“…Sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
I sat back down and picked up my book again.
But my eyes kept drifting somewhere else.
Holy crap… why is it so big again?
It looks like it’s gonna bust right through his pants.
Warren had barely gotten into bed before he climbed right back out.
Without a single word, he headed straight for the bathroom.