Page 69 of Be My First

She walks over to mine and shakes her head. “Ouch, Bo. What happened?”

I shrug. She leans in. “Maybe you should have been paying more attention to your workspace than mine?”

I growl softly and then she says, “Don’t worry. You can eat some of ours. I don’t think yours is edible.”

Right as she says that, the center of my cake deflates, revealing a mushy sinkhole in the middle.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Juno

Bode and I are sittingin the garden sipping wine and watching the sunset. I stretch my neck and say, “I’m going to need a massage after this.”

Bode laughs. “I know. My feet are sore from standing all day.”

I stretch my arms overhead and say, “I loved it though.”

He just smiles at me. I feel like I’ve been beaming all day. I loved being in that kitchen. I loved making all that food. The time flew by. I can’t remember the last time I felt this fulfilled. “God, that lemon ricotta cake was amazing. Well, mine was. Yours was...”

I just make a face.

“You don’t have to rub it in,” he says.

I pout out my lower lip and say, “Were you just sad being alone?”

He makes a face at me.

I smile. “I think you were a little jealous.”

He scoffs. “Jealous?”

He was totally jealous. He couldn’t concentrate on his cake at all because he was too busy watching me and Justin. I’m wondering if I can use this to my advantage. Maybe if he’s jealous or if Justin’s jealous, one of them will actually take me to bed? I’m thinking a little old fashioned love triangle might be just the thing to spice up my life.

“I don’t like the way you’re looking at me,” he says.

I just laugh. “Oh Bo, I don’t think that’s true at all.”

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