I have to call a ride, but I want to get out of the house.
Noah:
YESSSSS!!!!!!!!!!
Noah:
Do you want me to send Cam over? He and Bo are here at Mark’s?? Puck Daddy is fixing my car right now or he or I would come.
Sawyer:
No, that’s ok. I’ll be over in an hour
I walk into my kitchen, feeling like I want to bake something. That’s been one thing about this week. I haven’t baked at all. It’s so routine, but I’ll admit it’s been a nice break. Tomorrow I’m going to experiment with flavors. I have a vague idea for what I want to do for the Valentine’s event. Or as Noah is calling it, ourValenSlayevent.
Even though I’m not sick anymore, I still feel a bit tired. Lazy maybe. I don’t think I’ve slept in bed that long in years.
I walk to my oven and preheat it to three hundred and fifty degrees. While that warms up, I grab a baking tray and line it with parchment, then I take out what I need and whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda and powder, and a bit of salt. I mix it well, avoiding clumps.
While I mix, my mind goes to Aiden.
That soup he made was incredible. While Aiden doesn’t really talk or reveal too much, it was nice sitting with him whileI watched some baking competition. Shows like that are my own form of ASMR, and it was a comfortable silence. Then I fell asleep and woke up alone with a blanket draped over me.
On top of that he cleaned my house, put the soup away for me, and put my medicine on the table in front of me with a glass of water.
In another bowl with my stand mixer, I add softened unsalted butter, brown and white sugar, then mix on medium for about two minutes until it’s nice and light. I think this makes the cookies nice and chewy.
Then I add two egg yolks, peppermint extract, and vanilla to the butter mixture until it’s all blended well. When that’s finished, I combine the dry and wet ingredients and mix until combined, careful not to overmix.
I look in my cabinet and find a bag of mint candies I bought last week. It’s not that I hate mint chocolate desserts, they just need to be done a certain way. I gently fold the candies into the batter.
I find my scoop and put about sixteen balls on the baking sheet, giving them enough space to spread as evenly as possible, then I put them in the oven for about twelve minutes.
Alright. Game night.
I run upstairs and change into a T-shirt and jeans, knowing full well that one or more pieces of my clothing are at risk of coming off tonight. I fix my hair and finish getting ready then grab my phone to request a ride. My fingers freeze on my phone when I see a message from Aiden.
Aiden:
How are you feeling?
Sawyer:
Sorry, just saw this message
Shit, I mean, I don’t know why that matters
Sorry
Aiden:
Why are you apologizing?
Sawyer:
I’m not sure. Yes, I’m much better, thank you
Aiden:
