I cringe. That sounds like an awful idea. “What if he’s scared she’ll rearrange his face with a cheese grater?”
“Then he needs to get over it, man the f**k up, and fight for what he wants. The fact she allowed him anywhere near her…cake”—I grin. This analogy is f*****g genius—“in the first place means she feels something for him too.”
My heart kicks against my ribcage. “Really?”
Dixon nodding is like witnessing a blind man regaining his sight. “Yes, really. From what I know about Shortcake, she doesn’t take too lightly to having dessert with just anyone. He just needs to talk to her. Over coffee, that’s it. s*x tends to complicate things because it’s not what most people have difficulties with. It’s the talking about one’s feelings which leave us tongue-tied.”
Mulling over his sermon,
