The light from the fridge casts a beam across the kitchen floor as I rifle through the shelves, looking for something sweet. I have a sweet tooth, even at one in the morning.
I made some cupcakes and I swear I hid one in the back of the fridge, but I can’t find it. I slide jars left until they clink against the side of the fridge. Then I slide them right just to be sure as I look for the little plastic container I hid.
“Looking for this?”
I gasp and spin around at the sound of West’s voice. He stands in the middle of the kitchen in his boxers, holding the cupcake up to his mouth.
“That’s mine,” I say, a little too loud for this time of night.
“What’s yours is mine,” he says as he takes a huge bite.
“Does that mean what’s yours is mine?”
He chews thoughtfully before his lips spread i
