Page 55 of Promise Yule Be Mine
Or was he scared of sharing his opinion in fear of it being wrong, and my validation made it possible for him to express himself?
Was I projecting again?
"I also love lovelovethe cinnamon roll cake, but then again I'm partial to cinnamon roll so I can't be trusted."
Kody shook his head.
"No. You're right. It's delicious. You wouldn't think it'd translate well as a cake but…I guess that's a testament to Joel's skill."
Joel smiled and tipped his head in thanks.
"Is it silly that I keep getting drawn to this one too?" I pointed to the chocolate and passion fruit.
It was so decadent, so sweet yet tangy, so rich yet not overbearing.
"Why would it be?" Kody asked.
I shrugged. "It's a very summery flavor. It doesn't go with any of the rest of them but I know I'd eat a whole-ass cake of that at home in one sitting, no regrets."
Both of them laughed and I felt Kody's shoulder brush mine. Was that an accident?
I hoped to God it was.
"I think I know which ones we want to go for," Kody said after a moment.
I looked at him begging him telepathically not to do it. Not to pick the flavors I chose. I didn't know what my mind would do to me if he did.
"One layer of chocolate and raspberry," he said and I took a little inaudible sigh of relief. "One layer of gingerbread and pumpkin." I froze.
That wasn't so bad.
Jenna liked gingerbread. He'd just said it. There was nothing more to it. I was just projecting again. I had to get that checked, somehow.
"And one of chocolate and passion fruit."
Well…fuck.
If this wasn’t confirmation I wasn’t projecting, I didn’t know what was.
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KODY
"Come on, Cookie. Do your poo please!" Nikita begged and I rolled my eyes at my brother. "What? It's freaking freezing, dude."
"I'm well aware," I said. "But you know that's not their cue to go."
Nikita gasped as if this was brand-new information. It wasn't. Not that he'd admit ever paying attention when I spoke.
"Then use their cue so we can go back inside."
"The cue is only for emergencies." I shrugged and continued walking with a smirk on my face.
"But it is an emergency," Nikita groaned. "My balls are frozen solid."
"I think that constitutes justice served, not an emergency."
Nikita punched my arm and I faked a cry.
