forum Hold me closer, tiny dancer (o/o) (Closed)

Started December 20, 2021 by @emilyevewrites group

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Eve hissed between her teeth and she winced. “Sorry,” she muttered.

"It's fine. I burn myself sometimes too. You gotta be careful, alright?" Rowan left Eve at the sink and fetched some burn cream from the cabinet.

Eve nodded and looked away. She didn’t want Rowan to see the withheld tears in her eyes.

Rowan returned with the burn cream and gently took Eve's hand, carefully drying it off so he could apply the cream.

Eve noticed how soft his hand was and how gently he handled her wound. She smiled shyly.

Once the cream was on, he put a bandage over the wound with a soft sigh. "There, that should be a bit better."

Eve laughed quietly. "Thank you, Dr. Rowan."

"Maybe I should've gone to medical school too." Rowan laughed softly. "I doubt I'd last half as long as you."

Eve lowered her head briefly. "No, you would make it." Her voice was filled with an odd mix of emotions. "You would."

Rowan shrugged. "I don't have the right kind of drive. And I'm not very smart… I wouldn't be very good."

"You are smart," Eve insisted, looking at Rowan with pained eyes. "You would make the right decisions, and you would do fine."

Rowan shrugged again, not convinced. "I dunno… it doesn't matter much anyway. I don't especially want to be a doctor, I don't think."

Eve nodded slowly. "It's hard," she whispered, underlying emotions tugging at her voice as she spoke.

Rowan nodded a bit, noticing that Eve was getting upset. "Um… how about we finish making dinner now, yeah?" He suggested in an attempt to change the subject.

"I can make dinner," Eve interjected. "You rest."

"Well, you're hurt too now, so it's only fair, right?" Rowan smiled cheekily. "C'mon, lemme help~… I don't like being cooped up."

Rowan's tone brought an unnecessary blush to Eve's face. "Oh, alright," she relented with a smile.

Rowan grinned brighter and fetched a couple of things from the fridge. "Alright! What are we making?" He asked.

"Um… I was just going to make plain spaghetti," Eve admitted. "I burned myself on the pot while it was heating up."

"Ah, alright. Well, we could spice it up a bit!" Rowan hummed thoughtfully and got the pot set up again, pulling out various spices and some sauce while the water rose to a boil.

Eve watched, her lips pulling into a smile. "You know how to cook and everything. The most I can make is toast. And half the time I burn it because I forget to pay attention to it."

Rowan looked over his shoulder at Eve with a soft hum when she spoke. "Well, cooking is one of the few skills my parents insisted I have. I usually had to cook my own dinner, so I just learned to make stuff I like."

Eve slowly approached him from behind. "Can…" she hesitated, "can you show me how?"

"How to cook? Uh, yeah, sure. I can try." Rowan put the pasta in the water and started to stir it so it would cook faster.

Eve watched his movements carefully. "I always wanted to learn. Never had the time."