CONNOR MY HANDS SHAKE, but I force them to keep moving. âIâm going to give up. Itâs not working,â I mutter angrily. This really shouldnât be so hard. Nothing should be this hard. Ever.
Catherine smooths her hand down my back gently. âYou need to calm down, Connie. Just do it gently.â
I suppress the groan that is dying to escape my throat. âI am doing it gently, but it still isnât working.â
Noraâs voice booms as she walks into the kitchen of our new house off-campus. As soon as sophomore year ended, Wes, Archer and I had an adult conversation about moving out into a bigger house. Weâve all managed to save up enough money to get a decent sized three bedroom not too far from campus. The girls are still living their best lives on campus, but they canât resist coming over to our new place.
She closes her eyes and covers them with her hand as she uses one hand to search around her. âI swear if you guys are fooling around in here when I open my eyesââ
âOh my god,â Cat groans, pinning her arms against her chest. âThat was one time, and it wasnât anything that bad.â
âExactly,â I agree. Nora walked in on us a few weeks ago making out on the countertop. It was just some old-school making out⦠without much clothes on. âOpen your eyes, you weirdo.â
She holds her hands to her eyes for a few more seconds before she gives in. Her jaw drops open when she sees whatâs going on. She slowly makes her way to our side of the counter, looking at the mess in front of us. âOh, this might be worse.â
I sigh, throwing the icing bag onto the counter. âTheyâre fine.â
Maybe Iâm in denial. Cat has been extra patient trying to teach me how to ice these cupcakes. Sheâs managed to do it perfectly, of course, whilst Iâve been struggling to hold the icing bag right. Every time I try to make one look decent enough, I end up squeezing out too much and I have to smooth it over with a spoon.
âFine?â Nora gawks, eyes wide as she stares down at them.
âYou havenât even tried them yet,â Cat says, laughing as she licks some of the frosting off the one in front of her. She swallows it easily without making a face. âPut a little faith in him.â
I smile down at her as she looks up at me. Sheâs wearing an apron matching the one she got me for my birthday, but hers has her name on it. I turn to Nora and pout. âYeah, put some faith in me.â
She gags, wagging a finger between the two of us. âSee. I donât like this anymore. You two dating is just giving you an excuse to gang up on me when I will not stand for something as terrible as Connorâs baking.â
Before I can say something to her extremely rude comment, Wes waltzes in, shirtless as usual. Heâs become too comfortable with the idea of having the house to himself, which means Iâve seen him shirtless and his football butt more times than I want to admit.
He immediately sling his arm around Noraâs shoulder. âWhatâs cooking, sunshine?â
She rolls her eyes and moves out of his grip. âNothing, and stop calling me that.â
âCanât,â he says easily. He leans down and picks up one of the cupcakes. Before any of us can warn him on how they could possibly taste, he bites into it and we all stare at him, time stopping as he chews. My heart thrashes against my chest as we wait for him to swallow it. âThis is good. Did you make these, Cat?â
Her mouth drops open as she shakes her head. No words can come to my mind right now. I canât tell if heâs fucking with me, or not. âAre you being serious?â
He takes another bite. âDonât get so offended, man. If your girl can bake better than you, itâs a win.â
âI didnât make them,â Cat whispers. Both Nora and Wesâs faces go blank before the colour slowly returns back in their cheeks. Cat turns to me, those big beautiful eyes wide with joy as she looks up at me. âDo you know what this means?â
âI did it,â I murmur. She nods and I swear I see tears starting to spring to her eyes. âI did it!â
I let out a loud whoop and I pick one up. My hands shake with anticipation as I peel back the wrapper. I take a moderate bite and when thereâs not an initial shock of pure pain and disgust, I take a bigger bite. Fuck. These areâ¦.good.
When Cat watches me eat one without dying, she picks one up too, her perfect mouth contracting as she starts to chew it. I wait for her to swallow it, all eyes on her. Sheâs gotten better at being honest with me when I could improve on something, and baking is one of the things weâve been working on together. Her reaction is the ultimate test.
Her eyes shine when sheâs swallowed. âTheyâre amazing, Connie.â
âYeah?â
âFuck, yeah,â she replies, swiping some icing from the corner of her mouth with her tongue. The movement is so slight and minuscule, but it makes my heart ache when I look at her.
She watches me like Iâm the best movie sheâs ever seen in her life. She looks at me like she has an unlimited amount of faith in me when I donât have any in myself.
Without thinking about the show weâre going to give my sister and my best friend, I lean forward and press my lips to hers. She doesnât pull back. She lets me hold her and melts into me for a second and I donât think I could ever let go. I want to spend the rest of my days on this earth in moments exactly like these.
Without thinking, I mutter into her mouth, âJesus, just marry me already.â
Her head jerks back. âWhat?â
I keep us locked in this moment, not bothering to look up and around us as the ring Iâve been carrying in my pocket screams at me. âNot right now, obviously, but you should know that I want to marry you. I want to be yours forever. I want you to know that Iâll always have you no matter what. That Iâll always be there for you and that youâll never have to worry about me leaving. I want to grow old with you, Cat. I want to watch us grow into the people weâve always wanted to be.â
Nora and Wes stay silent. Catâs soft, heavy breathing is the only thing I can hear when my heart stops racing. âOkay,â she breathes out.
âOkay?â I repeat. She nods.
âWhen you ask me for real, Iâm going to say yes.â Her hand curls around my neck, her soft fingers twisting in my hair. âThereâs no one else I want to spend the rest of my life with. Itâs always going to be you, Connie.â My chest deflates at her words. She lets out a small laugh. âBut maybe we should start with small steps first.â
âOf course. Anything you want.â
She pulls back slightly, tilting her head at me. We keep ourselves locked in the moment for a few more seconds before Wes clears his throat. We turn to them, and the disgust I expected to see on Noraâs face isnât there. Sheâs got a slight frown on her face, but for the most part, she looks proud.
Wes shakes his head at us. âIf you keep saying that, one day sheâs going to ask for something really stupid and youâre going to be stupid enough to say yes,â he says, picking up another cupcake.
When I turn down to Catherine and she smiles at me, I feel like I canât breathe. There are no words truer than the ones he just spoke. If she asked me for anything, itâs hers. All of me, everything that I am, itâs all hers as long as sheâs mine.
I twist the ring in my pocket, itching to give it to her, but I donât. Instead, I settle for the smile on her face, knowing that the day I do ask her for real will be the happiest day of my life.