“Babies,” I repeated.
She was having twins?
5
XANDER
I had a problem.
A small, square problem.
A photo. A photo of a cinnamon roll I’d baked this morning, with my signature glaze and everything.
On Seattle’s Instagram account.
He’d been in my bakery.
He’d been the guy. In the suit and the sweater, with the incredible eyes and the soft full lips.
The Virgo. Dante had said Seattle was a Virgo. He’d been standingright there, in front of me. I knew it had to be him. He was the only stranger who’d been in all day.
And okay, Dante was right, I had a little crush on him.
Maybe slightly bigger than little.
But it’d been all about how funny and charming he was, how sweet. How he always asked about the kittens. How he loved food as much as I did and how we could talk about anything and it was the most comfortable thing in the world.
Plus his hands. I loved it when his hands were in a photo, covered in sugar or chocolate sauce, or…
Cinnamon roll glaze.Mycinnamon roll glaze.
I hadn’t realized how obscene it looked until I’d seen it dripping down Seattle’s hand. Now I was imagining him sucking it off, soft pink lips wrapped around his thumb, eyes closed in pleasure. Now that I knew he washot.
That was unfair. It was easy to have a ridiculous mid-sized crush on someone who was funny and easy to talk to and who loved my foster kittens and who—most importantly—I’d never, ever meet.
starving.in.seattle: kitten update?
Oh no. Ohno.
My hand trembled as I took a picture of all three kittens napping in a pile, worn out from vanquishing my hand inside an old sock. They were adorable like this, and normally I found that very soothing, but right now I wasn’t in the mood to be soothed.
I sent the photo anyway.
catdad_93: you didn’t drive off a cliff then?
starving.in.seattle: nope, arrived safe and sound
catdad_93: good, I was worried
This was fine. I could pretend I hadn’t seen the post, and everything would be okay. Maybe in a couple of days I’d pretend Instagram had just shown it to me and apologize for missing him.
But then what if he was coming back this way on his way home? What if he wanted to meet me for real?
starving.in.seattle: sorry
starving.in.seattle: I posted the most incredible cinnamon roll I’ve ever had, figured you’d see it and know I was fine
Dammit.
