Mateo pulls back slowly, like he's savoring the effect he's having on me. The loss of his body heat makes the air feel too cold, and I'm left slumped against the kitchen wall, still trying to collect the scattered remains of my brain.
And what does he do next? Yes dear reader, you got that right….
He strolls away like nothing just happened.
Cool as ever, he drifts back to the fridge, humming under his breath like he didn't just kiss me and leave me pressed up against my peeling apartment wall. He opens the fridge and rummages through what little is inside.
Then because the universe clearly hates me, he pulls out the tub of frosting.
The frosting. Vanilla with rainbow sprinkles. The only sweet thing I had left in this damn apartment.
He starts opening drawers, metal clinking as he digs for a spoon with no regard for my emotional spiral happening five feet away.
