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Chapter 45: In the kitchen.

"After everything that happened today, I do not think it was right to eat with the family. Ah..m, I could make dinner for Stefan, okay?." I said. She nodded to this, "Gosh!. I'm so hungry, Elena. I'll get going now, cutie." She kissed my right cheek and disappeared through the steps.

I walked back in, and found Stefan sitting on the bed, looking at me. I ignored his weird look and asked, "What do you need for dinner tonight?."

"I want to eat chicken piccata but too bad, you can't cook." My jaw slacked and I fixed my eyes on him in total awe. I can't believe he said that. "You bastard! How dare you say that?." I grabbed a pillow and hit him, "Gosh!. You don't, do you?." He teased, so I raised the pillow to hit him but he caught it in the air and smirked.

Stefan quickly drew the pillow closer and I ended up falling on top of him. We were looking intently at each other, I was lost staring at his grey cute eyes. He raised his hand up to my face, and tucked out strands of hairs littered on my forehead. "I missed you." I said truthfully after staring at his gorgeous looking face.

His stomach grumbled and I looked down at it, "Stefan. Are you really hungry?." I asked, forgetting he hasn't eaten since morning. He pouted out and I ended up laughing, covering my mouth in the process. Then mine crumbled and we burst out laughing together.

"Don't tell me you've not eaten either." He said. "How could I have eaten when I thought you were dead a few hours ago." I stated.

He pushed me down so he could be on top of me. "Seriously, do you know how to cook?." He asked and I became embarrassed. I hesitated to answer, "uh-uhm.." I started and trailed off. I didn't know how to tell him that I didn't know how to make the dish he asked to eat tonight. I mean, I've made pastas, fried eggs and other simple dishes but didn't know how to make some dinner meals.

"Don't worry. I'll cook." He said.

"What?. You cook?." I was amazed. "I cook when I'm happy, so I'm happy tonight." He said and I shrugged, "Okay. Let's get to work."

We stood before the numerous cupboards in the kitchen. I prayed there were the recipes we needed in these cupboards. He stepped forward and opened the cupboard.

In less than a few minutes, chicken, salt and freshly ground black pepper, flour, olive oil, fresh lemon juice, chicken stock, brined capers, and fresh parsley were on the counter..

"Okay. These are the ingredients, this is a 10 to 15 minutes meal." He said and started seasoning the chicken with salt and pepper.

The aroma of the food filled the kitchen and I smiled, enjoying the smell. Really, Stefan could cook. He looked at me with a smile, "Why are you quiet?." He asked, and I looked back at him with a sly smile. "I love it that you cook. This is the part of you that I love seeing."

Stefan didn't answer immediately, rather he carried me up and placed me on the edge of the counter. He drew closer to my neck and inhaled slowly, savoring the scent I guessed. "What..what are you doing?." I began to ask in a very shaky voice but he shushed me up like a baby.

"Come on, don't ruin the moment with your mouth." He whispered in a very husky voice. I could feel his cool breath trailing on my neck and I tried to keep myself in check.

He slowly kissed my neck and I gave him a sexy hiss which encouraged him greatly. Stefan's hand brought down my chin and his mouth worked itself into mine. We began going rhythmical with so much passion and desperation. I could feel the heat between us, he was mine. I know.

His other hand slipped under my shirt, to my bra as it tried to unhook it, just when he was doing that, Naomi walked in and we froze. She stood and watched us both from the doorway with so much hate, which made me uncomfortable. I looked at Stefan, who had the same look on him.

The atmosphere was tense, I cleared my throat at them both, "Stefan, please check the chicken." Stefan quickly let me go with a sad look and started working on the brown chicken.

I climbed down and ignored the look on Naomi. It was getting me uncomfortable and I didn't want what I would do that would lead to a fight. No.

"Do you want something?." I asked, surprised I was speaking very well to her. She hissed and threatened me with her deadly eyes and I became frightened. Stefan felt it too and hugged me from the back. "I do not know but it would be good if you exit the kitchen now." He snarled at her. She wasn't at all moved but she walked in and went straight to the fridge. She grabbed a bottle of water and exited without another glance.

"I'm sorry, Mate." He whispered and dudge his head on my hair. This calmed me down and I was happy he was able to protect me.

I carried the tray of the chicken piccata, covered in a plate while Stefan grabbed out water and we walked out of the kitchen together. After what happened earlier. I didn't want him to encounter Naomi but I was curious to know why he got really worked up over her.

My curiosity could not let me go and so I asked. "Do you know Naomi?." I asked.

He shrugged but didn't answer me immediately. "Just a human who thought she had powers over us." This wasn't the answer I expected so I asked, going deeper with my question.

"Have you had an encounter with her?."

Stefan looked at me for a moment. I could feel his eyes dipping into mine and I wonder if I should back out now.

"I'll tell you all about Naomi, but then we have to eat, don't we?." He finished off with a question and I ended up shutting my mouth.