Cooking (Chapter 8)

                                    

                                          
I blush and take his hand, leading him to the kitchen where my mom and nonna are. I clear my throat and they both turn around and look at us. Nonna's mouth drops open and I laugh
                          
"Oh my! Your nose! And who is this, my my." She gasps, coming towards us
                          
"Nonna this is Corey." I say and she nods, looking him over a bit. 
                          
"Gentiluomo." She says, "do you know what that means?" 
                          
"Well it sounds like gentilhomme in French which means gentleman." He answers and I'm impressed with how smart he is. Not that I thought he was dumb but he's actually very wise.
                          
"Ah, yes. You speak French?" She questions and he nods
                          
"Yep, I'm from Montreal." He says and she smiles
                          
"Well, I asked you what that meant because I want you to be a gentleman and treat my granddaughter like a lady." She says sternly and he nods
                          
"Of course." He answers and Nonna smiles. Wow he's cute. 
                          
"Alright, can we get started please?" Mom asks and we both nod. Nonna goes back over to her and they look at a recipe. 
                          
"They're really nice." Corey states, resting his arm on my shoulder. 
                          
"Just because you're a half foot taller than me does not mean I'm your arm rest." I tease and he laughs, the sound of his voice driving me crazy.
                          
"Ev, can you please get the stuff from the pantry?" My mom calls
                          
"Yea momma." I call, "Corey you can sit over there. Or you can help me if you want, I don't think anyone minds." 
                          
"I'll help." He agrees and I smile
                          
"Okay, come with me then." He follows me into the pantry and I look around. I point out stuff for him to grab and he does. I get the flour and then we go back into the kitchen, setting everything on the counter. 
                          
"Okay I usually make the pasta and then momma and nonna cook it." I say and Corey nods. I grab a few handfuls of flour and then add the rest of the ingredients, having him hand me stuff. 
                          
"Don't you need to measure it?" He laughs
                          
"Nah, I've done it so many times that I know." I shrug. He mutters something under his breath and my head snaps to him. 
                          
"Nothing." He says and I just smile. I finish mixing everything together and now we have dough. 
                          
"Corey, honey, cover your hands in flour so the dough doesn't stick to them and then help me kneed this." I say, subconsciously calling him 'honey'
                          
"Honey?" He teases, sticking his hands (that I kinda love) into the bag of flour. I groan and cover my face with my hands. 
                          
"Sorry, that's a bad habit of mine." I sigh, looking over at him. He smirks as he rubs his hands together. 
                          
"It's fine, I liked it." He says and nudges me. I blush and quickly look away from him. 
                          
"Okay, what were we doing?" I ask, genuinely having forgot. 
                          
"I dunno, you told me to put flour on my hands." He answers
                          
"Right, okay. Just kneed this dough. Im gonna start boiling water." I say and he nods. I grab a pot from the cupboard and fill it with water, turning on the stove. 
                          
"Momma!" I call, looking around the room for her. The two of them must've went into the den when Corey and I were distracted. I hear her footsteps and she appears in the room. She sees me and knows why I called her. She takes over at the stove and I go back to Corey. He's digging his hands into the dough, and I'm not going to lie it's kinda turning me on.