"Cherry cake," I grumble, knowing there's no cherry cake. My gaze lowers down his chest to his sweatpants… I lick my lips. "But I might settle for something else," I say, but he just chuckles. Swooping me into the air, he plants me on the table.
"Cherry cake it is then," he winks at me before looking through the cupboards for ingredients.
"But we don't have cherries," I sigh, disappointed.
He purses his lips, and taking out his phone, he barks some commands.
"We'll have them in a bit," he assures me.
And he's right. An order of cherries arrives not thirty minutes after he hangs up.
Enzo forces me to remain where I am, saying he's going to take care of everything. He washes the cherries carefully, after which he starts on the batter.
"Do you know what you're doing?" I ask as he looks perplexed at the ingredients.
He shrugs, pulling up his phone to Google a recipe.
"It can't be that hard," he replies cockily.
An hour and two failed batters later, it is that hard.
I watch in delight as he struggles with the right consistency. The entire kitchen is a mess; there's flour on the floor, on the counter, and on Enzo himself.
His entire chest is painted white, and half his face too.
"Are you sure you don't need any help?"
"I got this." He narrows his eyes at his phone. "I think I know what went wrong."
He goes back to mixing the batter, and I can't hide my amusement anymore when the second bag of flour explodes at the bottom, its contents falling down on him.
"You clearly don't." I jump off the table to help him.
"No, you shouldn't exert yourself." He's quick to stop me, but I swat his hands aside.
"Enzo, I am cranky and hungry, and you look like you've never been in a kitchen before." A sheepish smile appears on his face at my tirade, so I raise an eyebrow. "You haven't, have you?" I almost groan.
"Guilty. But it can't bethathard."
"Have you seen yourself in the last couple of hours? Itisthat hard. For you. Now step aside." I playfully smack him with mybutt, moving him aside as I start assembling the ingredients again.
"Watch and learn, city boy."
I start on the eggs, adding some sugar and beating them together until I have a nice, thick consistency.
"See, it's not that difficult," he notes ironically as I finish mixing all the ingredients into a cohesive whole.
I tilt my head as I study him. "And yetsomeonecouldn't get it right even on the third try."
"Hey! I got the cherries," he defends himself, hand on his heart as if I just hurt his manly pride.
Finishing everything, I put the cake tray in the oven.
"Now we wait." I take a seat on a chair, my gaze fixed on the oven clock.
Just a little longer…
My mouth is already salivating at the thought of having the spongy cake melt in my mouth. Closing my eyes, a soft moan escapes me.
