"Your blueberry pie recipe."
His jaw dropped and he audibly gasped.
"You're a cheeky fucker, aren't you. I told you I can't."
"Can't or won't?" I asked.
He shrugged.
"A bit of both." I pursed my lips and looked down at the floor in disappointment when he added, "I could be convinced though."
"Really?" I said and snapped my gaze back to him. "How?"
"I don't know. You could start with a blow job and we'll take it from there."
I glared at him.
"Mr. Patterson, are you asking for sexual favors in exchange for your baking expertise?"
"What if I am?" He smirked.
I took a step back and inhaled before I turned to him.
"I guess I'd be fine with it," I said. He pointed to the floor. "What? Now?"
"There's no time like the present," he replied and I almost burst into laughter but instead I did my duty and got down on my knees, in the middle of our kitchen, to blow my boyfriend.
Because I wanted to.
Because indeed there was no time like the present.
Thankfully we'd have a lot morepresentsto indulge in. To fall in love with. To simply be with.
We had a future and that meant more to me than anything else in the world.
"Your wish my command," I muttered and freed his cock from his pants so I could taste it and make us both come.
Anything for my boyfriend.
Anything for baking.
Anything to find the secrets of his blueberry pie.
THIRTY-NINE
DARE
1 month later
Iglanced at my rearview mirror and bit my bottom lip, yet for the first time in a very long time, I didn't see the hurt in my eyes.
If I was honest with myself, I had been seeing it change little by little since Zach came into my life and shook it to the core. If I was completely honest, most days I looked at my reflection, and I couldn't believe my life could contain this much joy.
Who would have thought I could have so much love and happiness without fear, or shame.
The first time Zach held my hand in public it was as if I'd gone back to adolescence when I was first discovering my identity and couldn't make heads nor tails of it. I went back to all the times I'd wanted to hold Wyatt's hand out in a restaurant or out on a stroll, even in a place where no one knew us. It felt alien. Unfamiliar and yet so liberating at the same time.
Zach had managed to change my life in such a short amount of time of being with me, of living together, of being a couple, it was hard to believe it had only been a month since we moved in together. It felt like a lifetime ago. Like a different me. A different life. And yet it wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted a real lifetime with him. I didn't feel like I could have one, though, until I did this.
