Once Upon A Surf

Chapter Twenty Six

"You sure you want to do this?" I raised an eyebrow at Drew who turned to scowl at me.

"You wouldn't let me buy you anything for your birthday, so we're doing this instead," he said stubbornly. "It will be fine."

"Alright," I said with a sigh, hopping up onto a seat at his counter. "Show me your skills, baker boy."

Scattered across the kitchen counter were ingredients for my favorite kind of cake—double chocolate. Eggs, flour, sugar, everything was laid out perfectly, along with a handwritten recipe which I had given to him a week ago. Drew's brow was creased in concentration, his intense hazel eyes focused on the card as he tied his apron behind his back.

Fifteen minutes into baking, I had to intervene.

"Give me this," I took the bowl out of his hands, frowning down at the batter. "You're lethal with this stuff. I'll help."

"I was doing fine," Drew protested, though I could see the relief in his eyes.

"It'll be more fun to bake together," I assured him. "You can even do the decorating, if you want."

At that, his smile brightened. "I'm good at decorating."

I shook my head, laughing as I cracked eggs into the batter and set it in the mixer. Within a few moments, I had the cake in the greased pans and was placing it in the preheated oven. Drew was reading over the instructions as I set the timer and I heard him huff.

"Twenty-three minutes?" he exclaimed dramatically, catching my waist and pulling me close to him. "What are we supposed to do for twenty-three minutes?"

I wrapped my arms around his neck, smirking up at him. "Oh, I had a few ideas."

I pulled his lips down to mine, smiling instantly into the kiss and pulling back to look into his sparkling eyes. "You taste like cake batter."

"I have no idea why."

"You weren't supposed to sneak any."

"I have no self-control when it comes to sweets," Drew said as I pulled away from his grip to get started on the frosting. "We are sharing this cake, aren't we?"

I rolled my eyes, gesturing towards the powdered sugar. "Of course, goof. Hand me that please."

He slid it down the counter and I caught it, beginning to mix together the ingredients of the frosting.

"Nervous for the competition?" Drew asked as he mixed chocolate and cream together to make a ganache. I shrugged.

"I'm always nervous."

"You landed Dad's move though, didn't you?"

I pursed my lips, dumping another cup of sugar into the mix. "Yeah. I guess."

"You guess?"

"It doesn't feel right," I said. "I'm hitting it, but it throws me off and I can't finish my routine out right. Your dad said I'm just too tense."

"Shocking."

I scowled, flinging a spoonful of powdered sugar at him. The white dust instantly covered his face, getting in his hair. I let out a laugh at the look on his face, covering my mouth with my hand.