Then he scoops me up and lifts me to sit on the bar while I squeal.
“Hey!” Monroe calls out. “No sexual activity on my bar.”
Zach tells her he’s trying to stop me from eating cake. I just flip her off.
“You two are crazy,” she replies, “and adorable.”
Zach and I are officially the cutest couple Taverne Toulouse has ever seen. I like to announce that to the whole bar every now and then. It’s kind of become a thing for us ever since I first got up on the railing on the pier and shouted at those tourists. Zach pretends to get embarrassed, but I know how much it means to him when I stand up and tell the world we’re together, and I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.
Monroe goes back to her cuddle session. The others are too busy with their game to notice us.
“I’m even closer to the cake now,” I remind Zach.
“Yeah, but now it’s easier for me to do this.”
He steps between my thighs and squeezes one with his hand as the other reaches up to pull my head down into a kiss. He has me turned on and desperate in just a few seconds.
“Still thinking about the cake?”
“Quoi?” I ask, blinking my eyes open to stare at his mouth and think about how much I wish it was kissing me again.
He chuckles. “It seems my strategy was effective.”
“Oh!” I try to shake some of the tipsiness out of my head, but I think I’m more drunk off him than the beer. “Right! The cake. Yes, I still want the cake.”
“Hmm.” He frowns. “You sure?”
I nod, squirming with anticipation over whatever he’s going to do to me next. “Ireallywant the cake.”
“If you want it that bad, maybe I should let you have it.”
I pretend to pout. “I told you not to. You have to protect me from myself. I’m going to eat the whole thing if you don’t stop me.”
He has this very cute and very sexy mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“You do really seem to want it, though. Maybe I should give you some.”
I don’t know where this is going, but I like it.
“Well, maybe...”
Before I even have a chance to realize what he’s doing, he’s grabbed a piece of cake with his bare hand and shoved it into my face.
“TABARNAK!” I scream once the piece falls with a plop on the floor, leaving me with a face so full of icing it’s hard to open my eyes. “You put cake in my face!
The whole room explodes with laughter and gasps. I wipe my eyes and mouth off before glaring at Zach.
“Cake! In my face! You put cakein my face!”
“You were asking fo—”
I lean over and snatch a piece of cake for myself, slamming it into his face before he can stop me.
“HA!” I shout as everyone cheers for me.
Zach blinks his eyes open and stares at me in shock. I didn’t get as much icing on him as he did on me, but I still did a pretty good job.
“Okay, I guess I deserv—”
