Count Your Lucky Stars •CHAENNIE•

Chapter 8

What Wedding Cake Flavor Are You Based on Your Zodiac Sign?

Aries-Peanut Butter Cup
Taurus-Dulce de Leche
Gemini-Marble
Cancer-Lemon Poppyseed
Leo-Red Velvet
Virgo-French Vanilla Bean
Libra-Pink Champagne
Scorpio-Coffee Cream
Sagittarius-Tiramisu
Capricorn-Carrot Cake
Aquarius-Coconut
Pisces-Funfetti

The Sweet Spot, a perfectly innocent bakery with a very naughty name-or maybe Jennie just had a dirty mind-usually closed at six, but had been willing to accommodate Taehyung and Jungkook's schedules, staying open late for their cake tasting.

A sampling of petit fours had been presented on pedestal stands, five of each of the six flavours Taehyung and Jungkook had selected for tasting, flavours ranging from a traditional vanilla to lavender honey. Jennie picked at the ultra-thick, sugary-sweet fondant covering a coconut-gag-mini cake and stared surreptitiously across the table while Roseanne went to town on her pink champagne petit four.

A fleck of edible gold leaf clung to the centre of Roseanne's bottom lip. Her tongue darted out, only managing to nudge the shiny fleck closer to the corner of her mouth. Roseanne either thought it was gone or hadn't realized it was there in the first place, because she scooped up another forkful of cake, bringing it to her lips. Her mouth closed around the fork, and her lashes fluttered softly against the smooth skin beneath her eyes. The tines of her fork made a gradual reappearance and a soft hum of contentment slipped from her lips as she chewed slowly, savouring the bite. Eyes open but lids low, Roseanne lifted the fork back to her lips, lapping at the frosting that clung to the space between the tines.

A breathy groan filled the air, more desperate than satisfied.

Four curious sets of eyes locked on her.

Motherfucker, she had made that noise, all pleading and pornographic and-ugh. The tips of Jennie's ears burned so badly she feared they would pop right off like little turkey timers signalling she was well past done. She coughed, as if doing that could possibly pass that groan off as . . . congestion and not a desire to get up close and reacquainted with Roseanne's tongue.

She shivered. Nope. Bad Jennie.

"Jen?" The corners of Taehyung's eyes crinkled with concern. "You feeling all right?"

"Mm, yep." She reached out, knuckles knocking into her glass of ice water, skin slipping against the condensation. A drop of water slipped down the back of her hand and circled her wrist as she took a long drink, studiously avoiding looking anywhere near Roseanne. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Jungkook frowned. "You're looking kind of flushed."

Christ on a cracker, couldn't a girl be horny in peace?

"It is a little warm in here," Lisa said, earning herself top billing on Jennie's list of favourite people. "I think they've got the heat set a touch too high."

Lisa's eyes darted from Jennie to Roseanne and back to Jennie, a dimple forming at the corner of her mouth when she smirked. That was, without a doubt, a look to file away for closer inspection later.

"So." Taehyung set his napkin beside his plate, eyes focused on her. "What do you think, or do you not care?"

"I care," Jennie blurted. "I totally care."

Taehyung's face twisted, half frown, half smile, one hundred percent amused. "Okay . . . so, thoughts?"

Jennie winced. Shit. "Um, what was the question?"

Everyone chuckled, Roseanne included, her laughter ringing out like a bell, pretty and sharp. Jennie's heart stuttered then sped. It was difficult to get up in arms about being made fun of when Roseanne's smile made her eyes brighten.