Page 76 of Friendshipped
“I’ll be right down!” I shout. You don’t have to say cinnamon rolls twice to this girl.
I look down at myself. I’m wearing my pajama llama pants. They have llamas wearing pajamas all over them. To complete the ensemble, I’m sporting a threadbare Bordeaux High shirt. It happens to be one of Trevor’s cross-country team shirts from ages ago.
My hair probably looks like I electrocuted myself and then threw my head in a blender for good measure, but it’s just Trevor. He’s seen me in worse condition, to be sure.
When I come into the kitchen, Trevor’s standing there with a plate of warm cinnamon rolls on the counter next to him and he’s making coffee.
“Marry me,” I blurt out in my sleepy morning haze.
He laughs. “I never knew it would be so easy to win your heart, Lex. And, nice shirt.”
“Caffeine, sugar, and the smell of warm cinnamon are a straight shot to my heart.”
That and Trevor in his low-slung sweats and college T-shirt, having just baked for me. Morning baker Trevor is doing things to my heart that should not be done when I’m groggy and defenseless.
“I wonder who Miss Corn Husk will be this year,” Trevor jokes.
“Hmmm. Mystery abounds.”
“Who are you going to the parade with?” Trevor asks.
“Laura’s playing unpaid Uber driver today. She’s picking up Jayme and Shannon and then coming here. Who are you going with?”
“Rob.”
“Not Megaspores?”
“No. And that’s a new one. But I did want to give you a heads up about later.”
“Sounds ominous. Am I currently being involuntarily bribed with cinnamon rolls?”
I mumble around a bite that’s soft enough to feel like heaven with the right amount of melting cream cheese frosting to make me actually moan.
A bit of frosting misses my mouth and lands on my chin. Trevor casually reaches over and swipes it gently with his thumb and then licks it off that same thumb. With his tongue. Taking the frosting that was on my face into his mouth. My whole body vibrates as I watch him.
“Is it working—my bribe?” he asks.
“No.” I lie.
“Well, Meg mentioned wanting to go to the street fair and fireworks, so I said she could ride with us.”
“In the same car?”
“I had pictured that, yes.”
I bite into the cinnamon roll again. It’s solace. Comfort.
A Meg-free morning. Is this too much to ask?
“Can you behave?” Trevor asks.
“Moi?”
Trevor spears me with a gaze.
I answer him seriously. “If it matters that much to you, I’ll behave. But I can’t say what Laura will do. I’m not the boss of her.”
“Noted.”
