“Do you have the stuff to make them?” I yawned again.
He shrugged. “Probably. We can always improvise.”
“Cane, you can’t ‘improvise’ when baking. You have to follow the instructions.”
“I’ve never been good at that,” he said stubbornly. “Come on.”
He hopped off the bed and dragged me across it by my hand.
“Cane,” I shrieked, laughing at his ridiculousness.
He held on to my hand and led me to the kitchen, flipping on the light.
“Okay,” I said, letting my eyes adjust to the brightness. “Do you have a recipe book or something?”
“Yeah, I’m looking at it,” he said, cocking his head at me.
“Heaven help me,” I muttered, throwing my head back in exasperation. “I’m sure there’s an app for this. Where are our phones?”
“Yours is dead. Shocker, I know. And mine is upstairs somewhere, and I’m not going to look for it.”
“Cane, how are we supposed to do this without a recipe?”
“Have you never made cookies before?” he asked in disbelief.
“Yeah, a few times. But—”
“Nope. No buts. What do we need?” He looked at me expectantly. “You know what? Fuck it. We’ll make our own recipe. It can’t be hard. I’ve watched some of those cooking shows. They have no idea what they’re doing. Except the hot Italian one. That chick can do whatever she wants.”
I had never seen Cane so spontaneous, so playful.Where is this coming from? He was typically so controlled, so scheduled. To see him like this—carefree and excited—was quite entertaining.
“You’re insane,” I sighed. “Okay. We’ll need flour, sugar, chocolate chips and eggs. Probably vanilla and some salt. And baking soda so they’re fluffy.”
“Baking soda? Who has baking soda lying around their kitchen?”
“People who want to make cookies,” I deadpanned.
“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that,” he growled as he pulled out the flour and sugar and set them beside the vanilla and salt. “Are you going to help, or you going to watch? The chocolate chips are in the freezer.”
“Um, this was your idea, so I’m totally okay with watching. Andwhy are the chocolate chips in the freezer?” I rolled my eyes as I made my way across the room.
“Have you ever had a frozen chocolate chip?”
I shook my head no.
“Then don’t knock it until you try it.”
I grabbed the chocolate chips from the freezer and tossed them next to the other items. “Grab a bowl. I’m going to need a big one,” I instructed him.
He burst out laughing. “Oh, I have a big one, all right. But let’s make the cookies first, okay?”
“You’re incorrigible. Since we’re refusing to use a recipe, I have no idea what measurements to use. So we’re going to have to guess.”
Cane grabbed the bag of flour and dumped some into the bowl. “That looks like a good start.”
“This is going to be a long night. Give me some sugar.”
I felt his breath hot against my neck as he pressed his body behind mine. “I have your sugar right here,” he whispered, kissing up and down my neck.
