He gave me a pout, which didn’t last long. He slipped his butt onto a stool, only to grimace and stood next to it instead.
“What are they for?”
“Dawn’s place is doing a thing. I offered cookies.”
“Cool. Can I help?”
“No.” My cookies, my kitchen, my alone time.
“You’re grumpy.”
“You scared me.” I countered.
Noah stuck his tongue out at me. But he was right. I have been grumpy for weeks now. Months, really. But I wasn’t going to let anyone know that.
“Why are you here?” I repeated my question, pressing the star cutter into the dough once again.
“We came to see Jasper, since he hadn’t been at the munchies the last few weeks.”
Munchies were a snack, but alright.
“You’re his neighbor, so I asked which house and he pointed it out. And now here I am. I was gonna make you go over there, but you’re busy. So I’ll stay here instead.”
Maybe I shouldn’t have let it slip to Noah of all people that Jasper lived so close. He’d never been over here before, though, so I didn’t ever expect him to show up now on a cold winter day.
“I texted ya on our way out here, but you didn’t answer. Asher said you were probably just busy. But you don’t work.”
“Making cookies.”
I’d been up early today, too, just to make them.
“So, when will you be done?”
“Saturday.” In three days. I still wanted to make cupcakes, too. Not everyone liked cookies. And I planned to make some high protein bars, too. Since those I ate when I wasn’t up to eating a meal. Which was like always.
“You’re boring.” Noah sighed, leaning on the counter again. “Can I help?”
“You just called me boring,” I muttered, flashing him a look. “And no.”
“Fine.” The word was drawn out on a sigh.
“Then I’ll just stand here and watch you.”
Yeah, no thanks. “You could go back to Jasper’s place.” I preferred to be on my own. Itwas easier. I didn’t have to think about pretending to be totally fine when I wasn’t. I could let the music blare out any of the thoughts that swam to my mind.
“Asher’s there. And Daddy Beckett. He’s nice, even though Asher wasn’t thrilled about him at first. But that’s because he’s a Dom and Asher likes to kneel.”
I blinked, trying and failing to follow along. “I have no clue what you are talking about.”
“Oh, everyone says that all the time,” Noah perked up. “I can explain. I have lots of time while the adults do boring talking stuff.”
“Not needed, but thanks.” I slipped the cookie sheet into the oven and set the timer for how many minutes they needed to cook.
“But don’t you want Jasper?”
“Nope.” I had to get over him. It was the only way now.
Ignoring Noah, I began to clean up. Flour went into the bowl I used to make dough. The cookie cutters and other stuff went to the sink. The cookies that were cooled off went into a tin foil container.
