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It was a good thing Zara was a fucking professional otherwise her jaw would be resting on the keys and hindering her participation. But since shewasa fucking professional, she not only held it together, but she gave it her fucking all.
Was she swearing too much?
Also, she should mention the eye contact. Theheavyeye contact between her and Asa. On one hand, it did things to her little heart that would make another person order an EKG. But on another, more mentally stable hand, it anchored her.
The song ended and still she sat, staring at Asa. He, being a fully functioning adult without all of her heart hiccups, behaved like they did this shit all the time. He spoke to her parents, showed Oscar the guitar, laughed at something someone said.
A throat clearing near her shoulder turned her head.
Bianca had slid onto the piano bench with her.
She met her sister’s eyes and hoped like hell Bianca wouldn’t say anything embarrassing. The girl had been a wild card since conception.
“We gonna make cookies or what?” Bianca asked in the most flat, bored way possible.
“The eggs are in the fridge,” Asa said, having stood up and come closer.
“Thanks,” Zara mumbled, now finding it difficult to look him in the eye. So she looked at Bianca. “It’s kinda late…”
“Nonsense,” Bianca said, slipping off the bench. She stood before Asa and looked him up and down, unimpressed. “You wanna make cookies, Tall, Dark, and Handsome?”
Asa’s chin jerked back as a smile tugged at his lips. He shot a look to Zara.
“I heard you really know how to, ah, brown the butter,” Bianca said in a way that made it seem like she meant something overly scandalous.
Asa pressed his lips together and Zara sighed.
Maybe she would smother her sister in her sleep later.
ASA
He knew Bianca asking him to join them for cookie making wasn’t because the teenager wanted to bond with him. It didn’t even mean she liked him. It was a test.
One he didn’t know if he could pass. Mostly because he didn’t understand the rules but he knew thatnotparticipating was a guaranteed failure.
Tony and Renata passed on making cookies and went to bed early. It was only nine locally but ten their time.
Oscar slid onto a stool at the island and declared he would be the official taste tester.
And Asa decided his best bet would be honesty. Whatever Bianca threw at him, he wouldn’t hide from it. Even if it made him look bad. Which was a very real possibility.
Everything had been going fine. They’d gotten out the ingredients, the measuring cups and spoons, all the bowls they’d need.
Bianca played it all very lowkey. The only hint that something was coming was the underlying tension in the kitchen.
She waited until they were scooping balls of dough onto the cookie sheet before finally going for it.
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
Asa glanced up to find Bianca’s shrewd gaze on him.
“Bianca,” Zara whispered, sounding embarrassed.
“What? I’m nosey. Sue me,” Bianca replied, unapologetic.
Asa chuckled. “No.” His eyes flicked to Zara for a beat. Bianca noticed.
“How recent was your last relationship? I want months and years.”
