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I drove to the pharmacy and picked up my prescription, shoving it into my purse and studying the informational pamphlet. The pamphlet said I should take my pill at the same time every day. I decided I’d take it in the morning, stopping to pick up a pizza for myself on the way.
By the time Simon’s birthday party rolled around Friday night, I was exhausted. I could go the rest of my life without making another tulip cookie. Unfortunately, I still had about five dozen left to ice bright and early Monday morning.
Thanks to my workload and one of my employees calling out sick, I hadn’t seen Sebastian all week. I was excited to see him. The party started at eight thirty, so I told him to swing by my place around seven thirty so I could get ready, and we could catch up.
Before I started rifling through my closet, I downed my birth control pill with a glass of water. I was having trouble taking it in the morning. I wasn’t a huge breakfast person to begin with, and if I took it in the morning, it made me so nauseous that I couldn’t eat until lunch. I tried taking it in the morning with food, but the combination of my morning coffee and hormones made me barf in the bush behind The Cookie Cove. I found taking it at night easier. But no matter when I took it, I still got a massive headache. I started including Tylenol in my handful of pills. I nibbled on the edge of a chocolate chip cookie to quell any nausea and drank the rest of the glass of water.
Sebastian pulled up in front of my apartment and honked at exactly seven thirty. I ran downstairs to greet him. When the elevator doors closed behind us, I pulled him in for a kiss. My body had been craving him. He smiled against the kiss and threaded his fingers through my hair. I tilted my pelvis toward him, feeling his hard-on brush against my thigh.
“Did you miss me while you were trapped with Eugenia and the gang all week?” He teased.
I nodded. “Surprisingly, yes. It looks like you missed me, too,” I looked down at the tent in his pants and winked.
He blushed. “I did,” he admitted.
We walked over to my apartment, and I dragged him into my bedroom.
“I can fix that,” I teased. I shoved him onto my bed and ripped my top off. His mouth fell open as he stared at my breasts, “I’ll never get over how beautiful you are,” he whispered.
“You better not,” I shot back. Sebastian removed his shirt, and I straddled him, hungrily unzipping his pants. He slid his slacks and his boxers off, releasing his erection. He kissed me greedily, wrapping his arms around my neck, and I took the length of him inside me, equally ravenous. Soon his rapid thrusts were causing my vintage bedframe to tremble. I didn’t care. I rode him hard, clutching my iron headboard for support as I felt him lengthen inside me. He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. I raked my nails down his back, sending him over the edge. Sebastian came with a guttural moan, and I followed suit. I came so hard that the back of my thighs ached like I had run a marathon. I peeled myself off his sweaty chest, wishing we could stay there all night.
“I wish we could skip Simon’s party,” I grumbled.
Sebastian laughed. “Speaking of, we have to get going. If we’re late, they’ll know why.”
“You think so?” I asked.
“Yeah. It’ll look pretty obvious, afterglow and all.” I laughed and got up, still nude, as I walked over to the bathroom to clean up and then went to my closet.
“Well, in that case, help me pick out an outfit,” I said. Sebastian stood up and put his slacks back on. He walked over to the bottom drawer of my dresser. We decided that both of us should have drawers at each other’s places for believability’s sake. He rifled through the drawer and found a fresh patterned button-down, slipping it on over his head.
He walked over to me and looped his arm around my waist.
“I mean, I don't know anything about all this girly shit. But, what about this?” he asked, thumbing a cornflower blue sundress with cutouts at the side.
I rolled my eyes at his jibe. “It’s too casual for a club,” I dismissed. I settled on a shimmering champagne-colored body suit paired with pink silk trousers.
Sebastian looked me up and down with a smile, “You look hot,” he said.
I blushed. “So do you. You can hang out in the living room while I do my makeup. There are cookies in the kitchen, too. I don’t know if you like chocolate chip.”
“What kind of sociopath doesn’t like a chocolate chip cookie? I’m not a monster.” Sebastian laughed and walked away into the kitchen.
I fixed my hair into a high ponytail and applied a light dusting of shimmery eyeshadow to my eyelids. I scrounged around my makeup bag until I found my mascara and used the last of my liquid blush to highlight my cheekbones.
I brushed my teeth and reached for another Tylenol. Despite sex being a supposed headache cure, I could feel another one building.
I walked into the living room and found Sebastian sitting comfortably in the velvet chair next to my bookshelf. He contentedly nibbled on a cookie. When I saw what he was flipping through, my jaw dropped. It was my recipe binder. I came up with most of The Cookie Cove’s signature cookies by myself, save for the classics like Snickerdoodles or oatmeal raisin, for which I used my grandmother’s recipes. I kept all of these recipes in a battered hot pink binder that I stored on top of my normal cookbooks. No one bothered to flip through it other than Jasmine, who wanted to see her recipe for the Cinnamon Toast Crunch cookies. Now Sebastian was pawing through it one-handed, and it felt weirdly vulnerable, like he was reading my diary.
“Did you come up with all of these?” he asked. I could hear the awe in his voice. He was impressed. I grabbed the binder out his hands and he shot me a look.
“I wasn’t aware that you were hiding top-secret recipes in there,” he dead-panned.
“They're not secret, but they’re mine. I don’t go snooping around your,” I paused, “Real estate files?”
Sebastian laughed, “Well then, spill. What's in there? Classified cookie information?”
“Recipes mostly: Oatmeal raisin, snickerdoodles, and oatmeal scotchies. Some of these were my grandmother’s recipes. She loved to bake, too.”
