Warner and I agree to meet in the kitchen at 1 pm to start cooking for the Law society Thanksgiving event. I am running late because I went for a run on an actual trail by the University and got a bit lost. After finally getting back to the dorm and showering I find Warner busy in the kitchen, there are blenders whizzing and pots and pans on the stovetop. He has a chopping board in front of him and is going at the vegetables like a pro.

For a second I just stand there fixated by his skill and feel slightly embarrassed by the fact the only time I tried to cook I ended up almost starting a fire. The best part of the scene is the "Kiss the Chef" apron he has tied around his waist.

"Done drooling?"

"I was just in shock that you were brave enough to wear that in a public space." I chuckle and take a seat opposite the kitchen counter.

"This," he points to his apron, "is new and cost me fifty bucks; I don't care if I look like one of the real Housewives of New Jersey."

I snort not used to hearing him talk like this, "Wow I didn't know Warner Brooks watched reality tv. Between your apron and your bad taste in tv shows, you have really lost a lot of your street cred today. You've gone soft."

He gasps audibly and before I know it he's thrown a fistful of flour at me, "Take that back." He says and I just sit there in shock grimacing at the bitter powdery taste in my mouth.

"You idiot! I just showered." I whine trying to dust off the flour from my face, my hair and my brand new sweater!

"You questioned my masculinity, bad move Jules."

"You're so so...!" In frustration and mostly annoyance, I grab the nearby apple juice and throw it at him.

Though when I realize what it is that I've done I gasp in shock and cover my mouth with my hands.

Oh My God.

Did I just...?

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to...you were there and I got angry and I'm so sorry." My voice is muffled because I covered my face with my hands and peek through my fingers to see how pissed off he is but to my surprise he looks...amused?

Okay.

"What?" I ask him as I finally uncover my face and he in all his apple juice-drenched glory smiles at me. I wonder if he has suffered any serious brain damage between the hours last night and now.

"You splashed juice all over my face," he muses smilingly somewhat eerily.

"Yes, Einstein I did! That doesn't explain why you're smiling like Jiggly Juliet did when she smells pizza"

He bursts out laughing at that and his laughter is so infectious that I find myself joining in.

When he stops laughing, he takes a tea towel and wipes his face clean. The apron he tried so hard to protect is now stained so obviously, he does what he considers is the most rational move.

He takes it off.

My eyes widen and my breathing falters watching him slowly shrug out of the now sticky material. It's like watching an Abercrombie and Fitch commercial only better because his body is so much better than any of their photoshopped models. I withhold a sigh while he uses the towel to wipe off his stomach and I nearly faint when I see his six-pack.

"Try not to burn the dorm down while I put these in the laundry bag." He chuckles leaving the kitchen with me standing there feeling absolutely star struck. I stare at his broad smooth-skinned back and the indentations of his muscles while he walks away from me and to the laundry room.

I am left alone so I attempt to flip some of the vegetables that are in the frying pan but I almost spill them all over the floor when I try. I really need to learn how to cook sometime soon.

"The key is in the wrist," arms shoot out from behind my waist and take a hold of my hand that holds the spatula. All of a sudden I'm surrounded by Warner's cologne and the sound of his voice tells me he is closer than I want him to be. The fact that his arms are around me is seriously destroying my resolve. I don't want him to know that his nearness is having an effect so I straighten up my spine and nod like I'm listening to his instructions. His fingers are gentle as they clasp my wrist and help me flip the vegetables perfectly in the center of the pan.

"I did it." Smiling to myself I try to move to face him but at the same time, I turn my head and before I can make head or tails of the situation Warner grabs a nearby bowl of gravy and pours it all over my head.

I squeal while the cool thick liquid travels from the top of my head, slipping gradually inside my sweater making me squirm. I splutter and choke whilst Warner clutches his stomach laughing. He gasps like he could use a tank full of oxygen at this point.

I lean against the counter and angrily wipe at every reachable corner on my face but it dawns on me that nothing is salvageable at the moment and I'm going to need another shower.

"You!" I lunge for Warner whose trying to catch his breath but failing miserably, grabbing a bowl of whisked egg whites. I take advantage of his distracted state and nearly smash the bowl over his heard so that the gooey liquid is smeared all over his precious hair.

"You didn't!" He growls and stalks towards me, I smile sweetly.

"Awww is the whittle baby hurt?" I coo and pinch his cheeks and apparently that's what it takes to set off Warner's fuse because he grabs me by the waist and throws me over his shoulder in a move fast as lightning. I can't even think too much about him holding my body or if he thinks I am heavy because I am too busy screaming for my life.

"You're going down," He says his voice dripping with promise and pure evil. I don't mind the view I am getting right now. His naked back is fully on view and the fact that he's walking causes the muscles to flex.

My screaming works because before he can finish his evil plan multiple doors open on our floor. Two seconds later Abby, Adam and Winston all run out into the kitchen probably expecting a murderer with the way I was yelling.

Instead, they stop in their tracks when they saw Warner and I covered in an array of thanksgiving food. Not to mention me hanging over Warner's shoulder who is also in fact shirtless. The kitchen is also a warzone behind us.

Warner freezes and so do I. A few seconds pass, I assume for them to take in the scene before them and then Abby bursts out laughing. She is followed by Winston and Adam who are both holding their stomachs from laughing so hard.

I can feel Warner vibrating as he starts laughing and if the blood wasn't rushing to my head I would be laughing too.

"Okay, you can let me down now Warner!" I try to put some power behind my words but all he does is laugh in response. He finally puts me down and I take a second to regain balance.

"I thought you guys were supposed to be cooking for that thanksgiving dinner not having a food fight!" Abby grins at us as like she knows something we don't.

"Hey Jules started it she made fun of my apron."

"You are the one who started the true war, you threw flour right at me!" I glare at Warner but he is just smiling at me looking very amused. Him looking at me like this with his green eyes shining and the corner of his mouth pulling up into what looks like a genuine smile, I can't help but smile back. It's all so foreign to me, all of this.

"Okay well, you two better clean up and finish cooking because I think there needs to be actual food for a Thanksgiving dinner to be successful." Abby gestures to me and I look down at myself, covered in flour, gravy and who knows what else from the crossfire. Warner is also covered in all the stuff that was on me plus whatever I threw at him.

Adam is looking between us and suddenly I felt guilty. Is he mad?

"And put some clothes on Warner you are making us look bad." Winston jokes and I snort. God, why didn't I have a cute laugh like normal girls? Instead, I was out here sounding like Peppa Pig.

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After showering Warner and I manage to finish all of the cooking without starting another war. This is mostly because everyone else was in the common room, probably to supervise us even though they would never flat out tell us that.

We get to actually attend the event so I go to my room to pick out a pretty dress I can wear. All of the law departments would be there, including lawyers from various top firms I dreamed of doing my articling at.

I am mid-way through curling my hair when there is a knock on my door followed by the door handle but luckily I locked it. The moment I unlock my door I come face to face with Warner yet again and this time he's holding a plate in his hand. On instinct, I duck assuming he is going to throw it at me.

"Calm down crazy. It's a peace offering."

I narrow my eyes at the sandwich which has a smiley face made on the top slice of bread with cucumbers and tomatoes. "Why the sudden need to play Chef?" I ask sitting down cross-legged on the floor to eye his creation skeptically. It looks like a harmless sandwich but the horrors hidden deep within it might not be visible to the human eye.

He sits opposite me and cocks his head to one side like he's studying me, "I know for a fact that you haven't eaten anything but a granola bar since breakfast."

My mouth opens and paranoia hits me hard "Are you spying on me? Do you have hidden cameras installed in the building or something? Oh my god is there one in the shower?" I gasp and move to hit him but he captures my wrists and pushes me back into place.

"I'm not that creepy, I just have good sources" he shrugs getting up and leaving me to eat the sandwich in my room.

Who was this Warner and what did he do with the old one?

I finally decide on a dress, It was a deep red (of course) and is probably one of the classiest dresses I own. I can't exactly be showing off my boobs when this is meant to be a charity event. I also need to look professional and let's just say some of the dresses my mom bought me when I lost the weight didn't exactly give off future lawyer vibes.

I make Abby come into my room so that she can evaluate my hair, outfit and makeup before I let anyone else see me. She gives me a once-over before smacking my butt and giving me a thumbs up. That means I look good in Abby's language.

Warner's leaning against the sofa and intently watching Sports center so he doesn't hear us come into the common room. I feel slightly nervous about what I'm wearing now, does it look like I was trying too hard? Would he see through the facade?

"Girls is that you?" Warner asks as he straightens up and switches the TV off. Abby gives me a little nudge which pushes me forward, giving me a pointed look. She wants me to be more confident around Warner and by being confident she wants me to flirt up a storm.

"Thank god, I mean I get why making Jules look pretty might take so long but..." His words die in his throat as he rounds the corner and sees the two of us standing there. Warner's features morph into something one can only say is awe.

Is that for me?

I don't look any different except for the makeup and the hair. I'm wearing eyeliner with some shimmery silver eye shadow and there's some blush on my cheeks with my lips being painted a nude colour. It's not like I've turned into a Victoria's Secret model in the space of an hour, I just look like me.

"You...you..Err, you look good Jules." Warner awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and I blush immediately once again shuffling my feet but this time it's definitely nervousness.

Thankfully Abby broke the tension "Alright I definitely need a pic of you guys for our polaroid wall." I groan but she just pushes me into Warner.

Right, when she is about to take the picture Adam walks into the common room and I see his eyes give me a once over. A grin took over his entire face even though Warner and I were posing for what looked like a couple photo. That's what I liked about Adam, he wasn't possessive or jealous and he doesn't seem to care how much time I spend with Warner.

After the photoshoot, Adam walks over to me and brushes back a piece of my hair. "Wow, you look beautiful Jules."

I can't respond because Warner's head turned towards us hearing his nickname for me.

"Did you say Jules?" he looks at his best friend and I can tell he is trying to act nonchalant.

"Oh shit yeah my bad, I think I am so used to hearing you say Jules that I started saying it." Adam's words make me think. How often did Warner talk about me?

Warner seems to notice me thinking and he wastes no time hurrying us out the door before Adam can say anything else.

It was time to impress some lawyers