Baked Love

Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Warm and Fuzzy

[Chip]

What does Life taste like?

And if I were to bake a cake that would describe life—how would it taste?

But if the beautiful sweetness

In life were bitter strife,

Together with salty tears;

Sour envy;

Spicy anger—

Life tastes horrible, really.

No one would like a cake that's bitter, sweet, salty, sour, spicy—all at the same time.

The only reason you would force it down your throat;

Was probably because the person who baked it—is someone you love.

.

If you've ever eaten whipped cream directly out of the spoon; you'd know that it tastes sweet, fluffy—melts in your mouth and gives you the warmest, fuzziest feeling ever.

The heart does this flip, skips a beat when the sweet aftertaste of cream seeps into its core;

Then you can't wait to do it again.

I thought that it was the best feeling in the world—but I was wrong.

There was something warmer; something sweeter; something that doesn't just melt in your mouth but melts every part of you away.

So if you feel like that—

Like you've turned into nothing but everything at the same time—then maybe, just maybe;

You're in love.

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Xander's hand played with mine gently, encircling the back of my palm and then running down my fingers to the nails—as if he wanted to ensure that he remembered what they felt like.

The heat stayed on my cheeks throughout our entire journey back to the beach's party area; and for some reason, I never really noticed the chill of the night breeze settling from the sea. Not it's piercing touch on the surface of my skin; or its sweeping tug at my hair and clothes.

And it was strange how I never really did notice anything else either—

Not the fact that we had spent almost an hour staring at the sunset across the shore; and certainly not the fact that I was leaning, slightly, on his shoulder.

It was only until Xander's phone rang sharply, breaking a strangely serene silence of tranquil waves and soft orange light; when something simple registered in my mind: