Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
A defeated sigh comes out my lips while dad tries to choke his laughter in.
We're both staring at the round dumpling-shaped brown chocolate that is apparently called cookies.
"You'll get it next time." He pats my back.
This is my sixth attempt at trying to make cookies. Why don't they just spread and flatten like normal cookies instead of coming out so round?
Dad takes a bite of the plum-sized cookies. "Mmm, at least it tastes good."
"What about the shape, dad?"
"I think the shape looks pretty cute." He puts the whole cookie in his mouth. "They might start making cookies like this in the future and make it a trend."
"You're making fun of me."
"I wouldn't dare."
"Then why are you grinning so wide?"
He tries to pull down the corners of his lips that are raised so high, "Your cookies make me very happy."
I shake my head at him.
I look back at my batch of cookies. "Maybe I'm doing something wrong with the dough. Maybe I'm not adding enough butter?"
"Eh." Dad shrugs. "Your mom knows more about baking than me."
The doorbell rings.
"Can you go get that?" I ask dad. "I'm gonna try figuring out what I did wrong here."
He nods before picking up another cookie and walking towards the door.
A few minutes later, Castle is ushered into the kitchen.
"Look at her cookies!" Dad tells Castle.
Castle has a confused look on his face as he looks at me and then at the tray of brown chocolate-chipped dumplings.
"Don't they look cute?" Dad asks.
Castle looks at the cookies, no doubt taking in their shape. "They do."
"Right?" Dad grins. He looks at me. "See, even Castle says they look cute. Maybe they will make a trend about it."
I resist the urge to run a hand down my face.
"Yes, dad. Sure."
"Your mom will agree too. I'll go call her." He says.
I look at the cookies, still not over the fact of how round and fat they look. Dad leaves the kitchen. I take a cookie and bite into it.
It tastes good. Really good.
But the shape.
I check the list of ingredients on the piece of paper. Maybe I missed something. It doesn't occur to me that Castle's no longer standing beside me but directly behind me until I felt his warm breath on the base of my neck.
