"We weren't supposed to happen, but we did. And now we're both pretending it didn't."
After her life took a turn, Nova Sinclair is forced to move schools. New school. New rules- a fresh start. A chance to focus on her goals and obey her mother.
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"I'll give you the rest of me, you're the reason I rest easily."
|Nova Sinclair |
It was past 3 AM. Theo was stretched across the bed, scrolling through his phone like he had no responsibilities, while I was in desperate need of entertainment.
“I dare you,” I said, barely containing my grin, “to order dessert. But make it the most annoying request ever.”
Theo smirked. “Say less.” He picked up the room service phone, cleared his throat, and dialed.
“Hello, room service.”
Theo leaned back, casual as ever. “Hey, yeah. I’d like a chocolate lava cake.”
A pause. “Of course, sir. We have—”
“But the center–” Theo cut in. “Liquid. Not ‘slightly gooey,’ not ‘soft.’ Liquid. Like a river of chocolate.”
“…Understood.”
“The cake itself should be fluffy. No dense nonsense. I want it to feel like biting into a chocolate cloud.”
The person on the other end inhaled. I could hear the life leave their body.
“…Alright.”
“The vanilla ice cream on the side,” Theo continued. “I need it to be the perfect consistency. Not too hard, not too melty. Just on the edge. And I want a single fresh mint leaf. But only one. If there’s more than one, I’m sending it back.”
I pressed a pillow to my face to stifle my laughter.
“Got it, sir.” The employee sounded one second away from quitting.
“Oh, and the plate?” Theo said. “It needs to be warm but not hot. Just enough to keep the cake cozy, y’know? Also, the drizzle—”
“What about the drizzle, sir?”
“It needs to be hand-drizzled. No squeeze bottle nonsense. I want it artistic. Like abstract art. If it looks rushed, I’ll be deeply disappointed.”
Silence.
Then, in a voice so monotone it could kill a man:
“…Understood, sir.” Click.
I rolled off the bed in pure hysteria.
Thirty minutes later, a knock at the door.
Theo opened it to a waiter holding a plate like it was the most cursed object in existence.
There it was. The lava cake. A literal masterpiece. The molten center oozed just enough, the ice cream looked scientifically perfect, and the drizzle was museum-worthy.
