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“I ordered some food already.” I grin at him, trying to cover for the fact that his surprise party’s going to be here shortly.
“Oh, okay. Perfect then. So what’s so special about this cake?” He sidles up to the counter and peeks into the mixing bowl.
“Wren says it’s Better Than Sex cake. It’s some inside joke between her and Easton that I’d rather not ask about, but she’s planning on serving it at the new restaurant, and she let me try it. It was so good, and Lizzy said you loved chocolate. So I decided it’d be good for your birthday. It was supposed to be a surprise.” I’m hoping admitting to part of the secret will keep him distracted from the bigger surprise to come.
“You made me a birthday cake?” The smile on Cooper’s face spreads.
“Yeah. I couldn’t let you down. With Lizzy at camp, someone’s gotta hold down the fort.” I grin.
“Better than sex, huh?” He eyes the batter skeptically.
“So Wren says.”
“I’ll have to give East shit for that one.”
I shake my head at him and give him an admonishing look.
“Something’s missing though, like I missed an ingredient.” I wipe some of the splattered batter off the edge of the bowl.
Cooper turns his baseball hat backward and leans over the counter to grab a spoon out of the holder. He dips it in the edge of the bowl and then licks it. He makes an approving face and a little grunting noise.
“Wren might be right.”
“You don’t think something’s missing?” I ask.
“Tastes like chocolate cake batter to me.” He shrugs and hands me the spoon where there’s still a little batter left, and I lick it. It’s good. Really good. But I still feels like something’s just a touch off.
I frown at the bowl and then turn to grab my phone before I realize my hands are still covered in batter and flour. I brush them on the apron without much luck. So I huff and decide to have my phone read it out loud to me.
“Hey Siri, can you read me the Better Than Sex cake ingredient list?”
“Better than the Ex Adventure List. Go stargazing. Go camping. Have sex outside. Voyeurism?”
My cheeks turn bright red, and I’m furiously wiping my hands on a towel before I realize how silly it is to worry about my phone getting food on it when it’s literally reading off a list of kinky, post-breakup things I want to try. I can’t even risk a look at Cooper right now for fear of spontaneously combusting.
Cooper.
Cooper is on the list.
“Stop. Siri. Stop!” I practically scream the words, but she doesn’t. She keeps going.
“Rough sex. Impact play. Degradation.”
If I’ve ever had any luck in my life, I’d like to use it all right now to get this phone to stop telling my ex’s brother every fantasy I’ve ever considered in the middle of his kitchen.
My fingers fumble over the buttons, and it refuses my first entry. I try again, but she’s dangerously close to the end of the list.
“Temperature play. Cream pie. Get a tattoo.”
Oh my god. I feel the sand running out. I’ve gotten it unlocked and my finger’s half a millisecond away from exiting the app when she does me dirty.
“Sex with the ex’s brother.”
I hate Madison and Wren right now. I hate myself for not deleting that the second they wrote it there. I hate the fact that I’m seemingly never able to remember an ingredient list to save my life and for being messy enough that I couldn’t just look at the list.
“What was that?” Cooper’s voice is rough, and I can feel his eyes on me.
No good deed goes unpunished.
