Chapter 13
It was after midnight when we pulled the chocolate pound cake out of the oven. Max’s kitchen was covered in flour dust, sugar crystals, and dessert. We made red velvet cookies, rhubarb pie bites, blueberry doughnuts, chocolate dipped marshmallow stuffed strawberry pops, cherry fudge, cannoli dip with shell chips, and red and blue sprinkled vanilla cake pops.
I was exhausted.
I stifled a yawn and hoped Graham wouldn’t take it as a sign that I wanted him to leave. After the first o****m he gave me I felt like I could stay up all night long to bake and have s*x, but it was fading.
“You’re tired, aren’t you?”
“No,” I said on a yawn. “Well, maybe a little. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to finish what we started earlier.”
“I don’t want to mess up your meeting, Ab.”
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