Page 67 of Slew Foot
“I had favorites growing up too.” Mickey smiled. “I didn’t ship mine over though.”
“Then we need to find you anewfavorite one,” Rafe said with a smile.
Mickey nodded, pouring the hot chocolate into the Harriers’ one Rafe had gotten down for him.
But when Rafe held out his own mug, Mickey shook his head. “I need to add more sugar for you. You wouldn’t like the way I made mine.”
“Wanna bet?” Rafe asked, crossing his arms.
Mickey snorted quietly. “Be my guest. Try it.”
Rafe tried to hide his wince when he took a sip, but it was way too hot and,oww. He’d definitely burned his tongue. Plus, yeah, it was gross. All bitter and shit.
“Told you,” Mickey said smugly.
“Yeah, yeah, you know best,” Rafe teased, bumping shoulders with Mickey, not even mad he’d been proven wrong. “That’s why you’ve gotta tell me what to do.”
Mickey shot him a look that made his cheeks feel warm but then Mickey turned away and added more sugar to the pan, stirring it quickly.
After it was ready, he poured into Rafe’s mug, then topped both with the whipped cream. He drizzled a little bit of chocolate on his, added caramel sauce to Rafe’s, and then added a sprinkle of sea salt to both.
“I’m gonna get in so much trouble for this with the dieticians,” Rafe said with a sigh as he reached for his mug, his mouth watering.
“Tell me about it. But maybe it can be our little secret,” Mickey said with a wink. “We’ll run longer tomorrow.”
“Okay.” Rafe smiled happily and held the mug out in toast. “To our secret.”
Smiling back, Mickey tapped their mugs gently together.
Rafe took a sip. It was still hot, but thankfully his poor sore tongue didn’t get burned again.
And it was so good. “Oh my God,” he muttered, lowering his mug and licking his lips. “That’s …”
He didn’t have a single word for howgoodthat was so he sort of made a moaning noise. He thought maybe Mickey understood though because he took a sip too and made his own noise.
Only his sounded a little bit like he was dying.
“It’s killer, right?” Rafe asked, licking a bit of stray whipped cream from his upper lip.
Mickey blinked at him a moment. “Um, you have a little …” His voice still sounded super tight.
“A little what?” There wasn’t much about Rafe that could be called little and he didn’t think Mickey was the type to make a dumb dick joke. Tanner? Yes. Mickey? Not so much.
“Whipped cream.” Mickey lifted his hand, swiping his thumb across Rafe’s upper lip as Rafe tried to lick it away.
He’d been aiming for the whipped cream, not Mickey’s thumb. But he ended up licking Mickey’s thumb.
“Sorry,” he said when Mickey jerked his hand away.
“No. I’m …” He blinked rapidly. “It’s fine.”
He licked his own thumb, gaze on Rafe’s, and Rafe felt a sudden warmth spread through him at the sight of Mickey’s tongue flicking at the whipped cream.
Oh, Rafe thought.Ohhh.Oh no.
“You wanna watch something while we drink this?” Rafe asked quickly.
Because nope. He wasn’t … he wasn’t going there. He liked Mickey but just because he liked him and okay, maybe he was slowly starting to develop feelings for him, that didn’t mean he had to do anything about it, right?
