“Not many people like fruitcake and actually admit it.” He took a piece and divided it, giving me half.
I scarfed it down, and he laughed out loud.
“Well, s**t. You really do like it.” He ate his piece and wiped his fingers on a napkin. Then he looked down and pointed at my little bundle. “What’s that?”
“Uh, midnight snack?” I could feel my face getting hot. I was blushing. s**t, I never blushed. Then again, I’d never been caught trying to make off with some fruitcake.
His laughter got louder, loud enough that the twinky guy came rushing up to see what was going on. I got the feeling he was the kind of guy who hated being left out when something was happening.
“Hey!” He danced around on the other side of my new friend. “There a problem?”
My friend was laughing even harder now, and it
