"So, Mum wrote out a recipe and put everything we needed out on the bench. For the most part we did pretty okay. But…we got a little mixed up on some of them." Jace scratches his head, awkwardly.
My shoulder’s start shaking as I laugh. “We put three whole eggs in!” I manage to get out.
Mase starts laughing. “Including the egg shells?”
I nod and the guys crack up.
“Then there was the vanilla extract and the sugar,” Jace offers helpfully.
“Oh, yeah! We didn’t think the batter was sweet enough so we put in like three tablespoons of vanilla extract and two cups of sugar,” I tell then.
God, why did our mum’s trust us with that?
“I’m kind of concerned about how this cake is going to turn out now,” Dominic admits, a twinkle of humor in his eyes.
"Ok." Mase claps his hands together, getting to his feet. "C'mon Angel," he whines. I laugh at the full on pout he's sporting.
I hold my hands out and he pulls me out of my tight sandwich between Dom and Jace.
Maverick quickly scoops me up when the others take too long getting up. I'm ready this time, no girly squeal in sight as I simply lace my arms around his neck.
His intense gaze falls on me as we follow Mase into the kitchen. A barely there smile graces his lips before he looks away.
I know the twins, mainly Mav, have a few trust issues. The fact that they had such a big reaction to me being able to tell them apart. Mase doesn't sleep, but for some reason now that Mase has slept with me a few nights, Mav isn't sleeping. I'm not sure if the guys have noticed but he could barely keep his eyes open through lunch.
I study the dark circles under his eyes not taking away from his otherwise gorgeous features. It makes me worry that it has something to do with Mase sleeping with me. Not sleeping with me, just in a bed with me.
Why am I correcting myself?I shake my head.
Mav gives me a funny look. "You okay?"
I realise I must have actually shook my head, not just mentally.
I nod. "Mm-hmm."
Maverick doesn't look convinced but lets it go. He lowers me to my feet in the kitchen.
Mason grabs my hand, spinning me away from his brother. His excitement is evident in the way he's bouncing on his toes and grinning, his floppy hair falling over his eyes.
I can't help myself. Mase watches me contentedly when I lift my hand to brush the few stray locks out of his eyes.
"I love your hair," I tell him when he steps closer and lowers his head for me to continue running my fingers through those soft, silky strands of waviness.
"Ro, if you continue doing that then the rest of us are going to want a turn and there won't be a cake." Jace chuckles and I pout, my bottom lip wobbling.
His expression turns panicked. "No. Fuck, no! I ain't dealing with that shit." Jace turns his back so he can't see me pouting, still mumbling something about the long lasting effects.
I give up trying to hold my pout and grin. When your best friend is a guy, sometimes you have to play a little dirty.
I walk up behind him and slide my arms around him, laying my head on his back. "Come on, J," I tease, "we need to start cooking or it won't be ready."
Jace grumbles and turns in my arms. He dips his head quickly. His lips capture mine in a sinfully sexy kiss, leaving me hot and bothered when he pulls away.
He steps around me and opens the pantry door. Is he humming?!?
The guys positioned around the kitchen have wicked grins and a mysterious look that I can't ignore.
It's like they're trying to torture me.
