“What the hell?” I shove him in the chest.
He doesn’t move an inch, although he makes it a point to obnoxiously lick his lips. “You taste better than I remember.”
You. Not the icing.You.
I choke on his words, my sharp inhale causing me to cough.
“You good?”
I take a step back, adding some distance between us. “No, I’m notgood.”
“You’re upset.”
I throw my hands in the air. “Of course, I’m upset! You just…”
“What?” He actuallysmirks.
The jerk.
“Sucked on my finger!”
Cal explodes from laughter, his neck knocking backward from the intensity of his amusement.
Sucked on my finger?!
Of all the stupid ways you could have phrased that…My cheeks turn pink. Cal’s laughter doesn’t help matters, only making my flush worse.
“I’d happily suck on your finger again if you let me,” he teases, waggling his brows.
One second, I’m glaring at him. The next, I’m launching one of my cupcakes directly at his stupid mouth. It misses entirely as it smacks against his cheek.
His laughter stops as his eyes go wide. “Did you just throw a cupcake at me?”
My answer dies in my throat as the cupcake slides down his cheek, leaving a buttercream trail across his stubble before falling against the floor.
I break out into a fit of laughter that makes my lungs burn and my eyes water.
He wipes his cheek with his thumb. “I’d run if I were you.”
“Why would I run?”
He devours me with his eyes as he sticks his thumb into his mouth. “One…”
My eyes roll. “Seriously, cut it out. I need to get back to work.” I motion toward all the cupcakes that still need to be iced.
“Two…” He grabs a finished cupcake from the Tupperware and spins it in his hand.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
The smile on his face makes my body quiver from excitement. “You know what happens when you dare me to do something.”
Hell no.
He takes advantage and lunges while I’m distracted. I jump out of the way and bolt from the kitchen before he can get his hands on me.
Cal and I spent years perfecting our game of tag, so I’m an expert by now at how to evade him. The mansion is like a maze of long hallways and rooms. My lungs heave as I take off down the main hall before making a left, my heart rate skyrocketing as I run across the house.
My socks don’t give me the best grip, and I slide across the hardwood as I turn a corner.