Strings of Fate
Cam 28- Cooking and cuddling
I’m not sure how things turned out this way but I’m standing in my kitchen watching as Harry cooks me
dinner. He is also messing with my coffee machine which has me very concerned.
“Careful, that machine is expensive and if you break it I can’t afford to-”
“I know, I know. I have the same one at home. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.” Harry answers
easily. He has the same coffee machine as me? Why? Like seriously, I know how much that machine
costs. It is far too expensive for one person living alone. Either he likes coffee as much as I do or he’s
worse with money than I thought. He turns back to cooking which has me just as anxious.
“Do you even know how to cook? I could-” Harry cuts me off by pushing a fresh cup of coffee (made
exactly the way I like) into my hands. I don’t know how he remembers the way I like it, I think I might
have mentioned it once while he was asking his neverending streams of questions.
“Stop fretting, sit down and rx. I’ve got this covered. You’re always serving me at your bar, let me
take care of you for once.” He insists. I want to argue, he was just meant to be bringing in the
groceries. But somehow I find myself sitting on the couch, sipping my coffee and watching him work.
“I can’t believe you know how to cook.” Iment. Harry shrugs.
“Who else is going to cook for me? I’ve lived alone since I turned eighteen. I can’t make anything too
complicated but I have the basics down.” He exins. I can’t imagine living alone at eighteen. I only left
my parents house when they tried to marry me off and before that I would have been totally happy
living there indefinitely. Most Witches tend to stay living inrge family groups. I never really expected
to be living on my own and I was definitely unprepared for it. The first few weeks I had so many issues
as I had to figure out basic life skills like paying bills, making dinner, doingundry that I had just never
needed to do myself. I was a Witch in a Witch family. I contributed to the household with spells and
magic. Chores and other household duties went to those who couldn’t contribute magically, like my
father, or we would just hire someone else to take care of it for us. Even now, I feel like I’m constantly
struggling to keep on top of the housework. I’m only one person, how can
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there be so much to do? Maybe it would be easier if I took more than one day a week off of work, but I
like being busy and there is always more I can do at work, even if it’s just making or experimenting with
my potions. I think I also just like being there because it’s so quiet at home by myself, which is alright
sometimes. But I’m used to a busy household full of negging rtives. Too much silence gives me
anxiety and makes me feel very aware of just how lonely
I am.
It’s not long at all before Harry is dropping himself down on the couch beside me, taking my empty
coffee cup and recing it with a te with a pretty decent looking omelette on it. He has one for
himself too. I didn’t exactly invite him for dinner, but I don’t think I can realisticallyin since I did
sit here quietly and let him cook for me. I guess the least I can do is let him join me for dinner. Quite
literally the least I can do. Kicking him out at this point would probably be more work than just letting
him eat, and it’s been a while since I hadpany for a meal. I don’t think I’ve had properpany for
dinner since the dinner party at the Alpha’s ce and that was weeks ago now. I’m so caught up in
eating and trying to figure out if I’m okay with Harry being here on my couch that I don’t even notice
Harry picking up the remote or turning on my TV. I tune in when I realise he’s scrolling through my
streaming services trying to pick a movie.
“Woah, wait a second. What are you doing now?” I demand. Harry looks at me, one eyebrow raised.
His expression saying without words are you stupid?”
“I’m finding us something to watch, obviously, Why? Did you want to talk while we’re eating?” He asks.
I shake my head.
“No, I just…” I trail off. I think I lost this argument before it even started. Harry is already here, already
on my couch and eating my food. What’s the harm in letting him put a movie on? I know that if I really
decide to kick up a fuss he will leave. Although I have to admit that the feeling of his magic has me a
little on edge. But that could just be the fact that a stupidly attractive guy just made me coffee, cooked
me dinner and is currently sitting so close to me that I can feel the warmth of him beside me. ming
his magic is easier though. How the hell does Ryann stand it? Has she learned a way to avoid his
magic? Or maybe she just directs her lust elsewhere and her partner reaps the benefits? Because I
can’t see how she can be friends with an Incubus and actually maintain functioning brain cells. I can’t
imagine how bad it would be if I actually slept with him. I’ve already found myself daydreaming on
more. than one asion about how it felt to kiss him, and that was just a fake kiss to put on a show
for Simon!
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Harry selects a pstick styleedy about a baby travelling around the city and causing chaos for
three grown men who apparently don’t know the first thing about babies. We finish cating and Harry
takes my te from me, stacks it on his own and ces it on my coffee
table.
“So, why are we watching a movie?” I ask again. Harry shrugs.
“We’re both dressed for it. Again, I’ll
avable and more than willing.” Hat out that if you need someone to snuggle with I am
grins and I roll my eyes.
“Watch the movie. Another word from you and I’m kicking you off my couch.” I warn, but we both know
that I don’t mean it. I start off sitting next to Harry stiffly, but at some point. during the movie I start to
rx. Then he ends up doing the oh so cliche stretch and cing arm over the back of the couch thing
and again I eventually rx into it so that I’m not quite in his arms, but pretty damn close. He keeps his
promise to keep his hands to himself by keeping his arm on the couch, but the invitatio
is clear. All I would need to do is lean into him a little, to give into the mounting desire I have to just curl
up in hisp. But I stay strong and when the movie ends I bounce up off the couch and shoo Harry
towards the door. Having here is making me ufortable, mostly because it feels sofortable and
it shouldn’t.
“It’s gettingte and it is time for you to go.” I insist..
“But the dishes…” Harry half–heartedly objects. I wave him off.
“I can wash the dishes. You go home.” I open the door and walk him out. He pauses on my doorstep.
“I’m going, I’m going. But before I do, onest thing. Cam, will you go out with me?” I automatically go
to refuse, but the words stick on my tongue and I hesitate.
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