ADELAIDE LAUREN RAMSAY
Addie
Not joking and also not heat-induced. Remember how I made fun of you when you met Simon and said you were certain he was the one for you?
Tabitha
I do remember that
Tabitha
And to be fair, those were bold words from a 14 year old…but this is real? That’s what you’re feeling?
Addie
I don’t know. I’ve never had that instant connection before. I just feel like he gets me
Tabitha
Addie, I think he gets you.
Crap.
As if summoned from the I-Love-You Gods, Zander manifests himself shirtless in my doorway, carrying a tray with plates of confetti cake and nachos smothered in cheese, tomatoes, and ground beef.
“That’s quite a combo,” I say.
“The internet said salt is good for heat exhaustion, and you said cake. This seemed like an ideal combo to me.”
I eye his body, up and down, before landing back on the food. “Yeah, everything is ideal.”
He hands me the tray and I place it on my covers. In a moment, there’s a half-naked man in my bed. His legs extend the length of the quilt, bare feet knocking against mine. I reach for a chip so I don’t have the urge to touch him. He does the same. Our fingers meet in the centre of the nachos as we reach for the same one, like some less fancy, messier version ofLady and the Tramp.
“These are really good,” I mumble around a mouthful.
“You don’t have to compliment me on an extremely basic meal,” he says, crunching a chip between his front teeth. “Anyone can make nachos.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t burn them. And you seasoned the meat really well. What is this? Paprika?”
“Well, yeah, actually. It is.”
“Did you touch my Spice Village?”
He smirks. “Your village is unharmed. I went searching through your kitchen cupboards to find what I needed, assuming the village was for decoration.”
“My plan was for them to be functional, but some of them are so fragile that it didn’t make sense.”
I lick cheese from a nacho before devouring the rest of the chip. Zander’s eyebrows raise, so I do it again, more obnoxious, this time.
“You’re forever living up to your name,” he says.
“Of Adelaide Lauren Ramsay?”
“Silly Goose.”
He boops my nose with a greasy finger. I roll my eyes, stick my finger in icing, and do the same to him.
“Do you have an icing fetish?” Zander asks, crossing his eyes to see the smear on his nose. “You seem to like me like this.”
