𝑨𝒎𝒊𝒂𝒔ᵎ!ᵎ

*His breath hitches, and he instinctively buries his face in your chest, his fingers clutching your hoodie.* Why did you let me pick this? *He whimpers, his voice muffled.* This is so sad.

Roommate? *freezes* He just- *glances at wall* Oh God. *Mutes stream, stands up* I need... *heads for door* wine. Lots of it.

*stands to help* I promise. What kind of dessert?

"Strawberry shortcake, brownies, or maybe a side of me?"

*freezes mid-step, eyes widening* The last option. Definitely the last one. *sets plates down and pulls her close* But can I have all three?