I’d hoped for some banter from him, but I’ll take his quiet as a good thing. Sometimes Alex being quiet is bad, but right now, it’s not bad. It’s just him processing. Figuring things out. Maybe even getting a little shy on me because I am laying it on pretty thick. Which I will keep doing until he tells me to fuck off. And even then, I’ll keep doing it. In fact, it may take him punching me in the face or getting a restraining order. I’m not giving up this time. I’m not backing down. I am not letting my fears get in the way of what me and Alex can have.
We walk right by the donut place because there isn’t a huge sign, which I’ve noticed is common here. If you don’t know exactly where things are, you’re never going to find them. It’s the smell that tells us we’re in the rightvicinity, and so we back track and spot the small sign on the building.
“It smells like heaven in here,” Alex says as I pull open the door and he steps in.
He’s right. It smells amazing, like fresh dough and sugar.
Alex gasps when he reaches the glass case that holds the freshly made donut shells. They all have labels for the type and flavor.
“They havepinkdonuts,” he says excitedly, pointing at it.
I huff out a laugh.
“You’re so ridiculous,” I mutter, leaving out theand I’ve missed it.
We order half a dozen donuts, because they’re bigger than average. And though I could put away half a dozen store brand donuts because they’re small, I’ll be puking if I try to eat six of these giants.
Alex has no problem deciding on his three donuts. A pink cake donut, pink frosting, pink sprinkles. A strawberry filled with pink frosting. And a chocolate cake donut with pink frosting and chocolate chips. It really is ridiculous.
I get a vanilla cream filled, to which he smirks, a chocolate frosted, and when I’m struggling to decide on my third, he butts in.
“Let me pick for you?”
I narrow my eyes, but allow him. Before I can do anything about it, he slaps his hands over my ears and tells the girl something that is probably going to be absurd.
He tries to pay, but I hip-check him and swipe my card before he can.
We move down the counter to wait for our box of donuts. Once we have it, we find a table by the windows and sit. Alex opens the box, literal hearts in his eyes as he takes them all in.
“Which one do you want first?” he asks.
I hold my hand out. “Whichever one you want to give me.”
Smirking, he digs into the box and pulls out twomatchingdonuts. He got me a pink one just like his. He hands it over, his smile wicked.
“This way, you know why I love it so much.”
“I can’t even imagine what all this dye is going to do to my insides.”
He gives me a look like he’s thinking about what he could do to my insides, and I have to pull my gaze away because I do not need to be hard in a fucking donut shop.
I bite into it, expecting it to be sweeter than I’d like, but honestly? It’s not all that bad. I don’t like sprinkles, to me they taste like chalk, but once I get past that… it’s good.
“You like it,” Alex says proudly.
“I don’t hate it,” Iadmit.
When we’re finished eating our donuts, I feel like I’m going to puke.
“That was way too much sugar,” I groan.
“I’m kind of regretting it myself.”
“Come on, let’s go,” I say, grabbing the box to toss in the trash. “We need to walk this off.”
“What? No,” he whines.
“Alex,” I say in a warning tone.
