Chapter 13Shiro stared at Pitch. He was massive and he’d—not cuddled exactly, but they’d been on the couch together. Talking. Pitch hadn’t controlled him, either by controlling his mind or by using his physical strength.
“I…eh…I think we need to go back and clean the bakery.” He needed to plan what he’d bake tomorrow and check if they had any orders. “f**k!”
Pitch’s eyes widened.
“The cake!” Shiro ran toward the door. How could he have forgotten? He hadn’t decorated the cake. Looking at the clock on the wall above the TV, he cursed some more. It was an hour and a half until someone would come to pick it up.
“Easy.” Pitch blocked his way when he reached for the front door. “Should we tell Astra?”
Shiro stared at him. He needed to get to the cake, there was no time to stop and discuss t
