“Our whole life? It seems …”
“The
word you’re looking for is ‘perfect.’”
CHRISTINE and LOGAN
The
next day, I wait impatiently for our evening together. I’m hopeful that Logan
will finally let his walls down. However, I can’t ignore the girls’ warnings,
and their words circle my mind. But seeing how happy he seems to be with me
helps me relax a bit.
“You’ll
see that my cake will work its miracle, and you’ll recall everything.” He bends
to kiss me, and I have a crazy desire to forget the pastry session and focus on
other activities, especially when he promises me the most decadent cake I’ve
ever tasted. I must stop interpreting all of his words in a sensual
connotation.
“So
what kind of cake is it?” I ask.
“A
chocolate cake made with milk, dark chocolate, caramel, and salte
