August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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"Which one do you want me to try first?"
I'm sitting at the kitchen island, staring at a row made up of three of August's cupcakes, which took her way longer to make than her promised 5 minutes since she decided to add a couple more different flavors at the last minute.
In the meantime, I had settled myself in the living room and put on The Mentalist, continuing where we left off. Since our tv is angled towards the open kitchen, I increased the volume and put on the subtitles, allowing her to follow the episode from behind the kitchen island.
Perhaps that wasn't the smartest idea because I'm betting it's part of the reason why it took her 25 minutes to finish the cupcakes instead of five.
After she had slid the dessert into the oven, she joined me on the couch, bringing a present in the form of the bowl she made her dough in and a little spoon so I could eat the remnants of cupcake dough.
It was another 2 episodes before she dragged me to the kitchen to taste test her by then cooled-down cupcakes.
"Start left."
I inspect the row of cupcakes in front of me and my mouth starts to water at the sight of blueberries sticking out of the one furthest left. It's my favorite flavor and by the sight of what percentage of cupcakes have blueberries on top, she knows it.
It's a small, almost undetectable gesture. One she probably did without thinking. One that I shouldn't pay so much attention to. However, I can't deny the warm giddy feeling in my chest as I notice it. It's as if my heart is exploding but instead of shattering apart in bloody pieces, it bursts open like a box filled to the brim, revealing a bouquet of colorful flowers.
Or teddy bears.
Or Golden Retriever puppies.
Anything remotely fluffy that gives people serotonin boosts.
Fuck, I'm losing my mind but I can't lie and say this feeling isn't worth it.
"And?" She pushes when I take too long to give her a review on the delicious cupcake in my mouth.
I stuff the last piece of the dessert in my mouth and reach over for another one, however, right before I can grab one, she smacks my hand away.
"I need another one to complete my review," I defend myself as I make a second attempt at getting hold of another blueberry cupcake but this time too, her reflexes are too quick.
"First the others."
"Yes, ma'am," I glare at her as I rub the sore spot on my hand from her smacking before I obey her order by taking a bite of the second cupcake in the row. It's filled with apples and flavored with cinnamon and my eyes roll back in delight.
"This is amazing."
"Not too much cinnamon?" I put the last piece of her apple cupcake in my mouth as I shake my head, frowning to indicate the ridiculousness of her assumption.
