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“I haven’t spoken a word to Sydney.” That I can say with honesty.
“Chloe? Did you talk to Chloe?” Abby asks again, her voice filled with suspicion.
“Nope. Haven’t talk with her either.”
Abby stares at me in disbelief. “Then how did you know these are my favorite?”
Not wanting to admit my blatant stalking, I shrug dismissively. “Lucky guess?”
“Hmmm…” Abby ponders, but when the microwave dings, she’s like a kid on Christmas morning, waiting for her treat as she jumps to the microwave and practically claps her hands together in delight. Her smile’s so infectious, I’d bring her cinnamon rolls every day if I get to see this expression. Damn, she’s beautiful.
She hands me silverware, and I plate our gooey perfection onto the dishes she places on the counter.
Abby doesn’t wait for me to get my cinnamon roll onto my plate. She takes one of the extra toppings and pops the lid to spread some of its creamy goodness on top of her cinnamon roll.
Before she says another word, she slices a fork through the gooey concoction and lifts a piece to her beautiful mouth. The guttural moan she lets out makes me wonder what other type of sounds she makes in pleasure.
With her mouth still full, she covers it and practically moans. “God, I love these.”
And all the blood in my body decides to head south at this exact moment.
Holy hell. Kill. Me. Now.
With the few brain cells I have firing, I quickly close my eyes and will my body to regain control. To focus my attention elsewhere, I take a bite of my own cinnamon roll.
She isn’t lying. This is amazing. I manage to finish chewing before I agree wholeheartedly. “Damn. These are good. I haven’t had one in forever.”
She looks at me in mock horror. “You don’t get one every time you go near their store?” She pulls a face and suddenly, she looks serious. “I’m not sure we can be friends.”
I roll my eyes at her theatrics. “Well, we can’t have that. Does this mean if we ever venture to the mall, this is a required stop?”
She takes another bite and savors the taste before replying, “The only time I don’t stop is when Sydney bribes me with a whole pan at home. I swear she must’ve stolen their recipe because hers are almost better than this, if you can imagine.” She takes another bite and groans in appreciation.
Seriously? Kill. Me. Now.
Holy hell! Abby’s breathtaking when she loses her inhibitions and allows pleasure to take over.
Wonder what she would do if I made her feel that good?
Jesus! Don’t go there.
I don’t have time for the type of relationship she deserves,I scold myself.Focus!
Drawing my eyes back to my cinnamon roll, I take another delicious bite to further distract myself. I manage to keep my tone casual in response to her last statement. “Wow. That’s impressive. I can’t imagine anyone beating these. They were Summer’s favorite, too.” Remembering how she got excited when we got her one brings a smile to my face.
“She had good taste.” Abby smiles widely and scrapes more frosting onto her cinnamon roll. The girl sure has a sweet tooth.
“Yeah, she did.” Then I cringe, remembering Summer’s eccentric tastes before she got sick. “Except, she also liked peanut butter and pickle sandwiches with Doritos smashed inside them.”
“Ewww…” Abby wrinkles her nose in disgust, and I don’t blame her one bit. YUCK!
“Exactly. She used to make them for me and because of our ‘No Thank You’ rule, the brat knew I had to take at least one bite before I could politely decline her concoctions. I swear she used that rule to her advantage each time. Since she knew I’d do almost anything for her, if I didn’t have to eat some of her culinary delights.” I shiver at the grossness of some of her ‘experiments’ as she liked to call them. Sure, some were decent. But most were inedible.
“I would’ve loved to have met her. She sounds amazing. Though, I’ve never been brave when it comes to trying new things with food.”
As we finish our rolls, I ask, “I know we have early classes tomorrow, but I’m too keyed up from the game. Wanna go for a walk and help me burn off some of this energy?”
“Not to mention the sugar rush,” she teases.
