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That's more details than I need about my brother'ssexlife.

Damn, everyone here is looking at me like they can't rest until I eatthiscake.

I'm beingmocked.

Butlovingly.

God, it smells likeheaven.

"Okay. But only because you insist," I say to no one in particular. I pick up the fork, scoop a bite, bring it to mymouth.

Mmm.

The frosting is a burst of sweet, rich mocha flavor. It melts on my tongue. And the cakeitself…

It tastes likeheaventoo.

I scoop another bite. Another. I motion to Violet. "Well, isn't this a party? Let's handtheseout."

"Are you sure?" Violet motions to the enormous cake. "You could save it all foryourself."

"I'm sure." If it was anyone else, I'd flip them off. But it'sViolet.

And she'sright.

I am tempted to take the cake homewithme.

But it's best to turn that down. A sugar crash is not the way I want to spend the flighttoMaui.

Or myweddingday.

Or night, for thatmatter.

I'll have to watch the cake at thereception.

Horrible.

Butworthit.

I look to my fiancé, to all the joy in his dark eyes and I motioncomehere.

Hedoes.

He leans in to brush his lipsagainstmine.

"You taste like cake," hewhispers.

"Good?"Iask

Henods.

I scoop another bite of the slice and bring it tohislips.

He licks everymorsel.

I do the same with my finger, scooping a glob offrosting.

He locks eyes with me as he sucks it off myfinger.

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