“You like cheese. And flavors.” Jason took one out with more gentleness than a small doughnut really deserved. “And cinnamon.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d prefer plain, so half of them are?”
“You did this…this morning?”
Colby adjusted hands around Jason’s plate. His pulse had sped up. “Of course they’re probably not up to any kind of standard, I’d never tried this recipe before two days ago, and the frying part takes some practice, I managed to attack myself with hot oil twice, and—”
“Colby,” Jason said, and Colby stopped talking. “You literally learned how to make Italian doughnuts…two days ago…and asked someone if you could borrow the hotel kitchen…and stuck your hands into boiling oil…for me?”
“I did borrow kitchen implements. Not bare hands. If you don’t want them it’s fine, I know I
