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spn_springflingTitle: Crime & Sugar
Pairing: Adrianne/Genevieve
Rating: PG-13
Any warnings: minor character death, mild violence
The Cooling Rack is nestled in the heart of downtown.
It’s where Genevieve Cortese, owner and baker, spends her days, nights, and effectively her entire life. Cupcakes are her game. She packs a punch with her flavors: everything from the simple vanilla bean, to the more daring honey lavender or wasabi white chocolate. She’s developed each recipe by hand. Nurtures them like children until they’re ready to hit the shelves.
Today, she tackles lemon-limoncello. It still needs some tweaking, but the six she has prepared look fairly good. Each is filled with lemon curd and topped with cream cheese limoncello frosting. The finishing touch is a fresh raspberry.
She reaches for the box, and it might be worth mentioning: in addition to baking, she has one more talent. And that’s waking the dead. Some might consider it strange—actually, everyone would consider it strange.
She considers it useful.
But more on that later.
The box of raspberries is past its prime. Rotting and funky. As she picks one up, however, it transforms. Becomes plump, red, and juicy.
She finishes the cupcakes with a smile and out front, the bell above the door chimes. She leans forward just in time to see Adrianne Palicki—of Palicki Private Investigations—stride into the shop. As usual, she’s dressed to kill. Charcoal double-breasted Armani suit, strappy black pumps that highlight each step with a sharp click, and blonde hair lacquered into finger waves. Give her a cigarette and she could have tread out of a film noir mere seconds ago.
Gen’s smile only grows, and she practically skips out to meet her.
“Hey, doll.” Reaching the counter, Adrianne leans across. She kisses Gen on the lips with an affectionate smack and leaves a trace of bright red lipstick behind.
“New suit?” Asks Gen, eyes sweeping the ensemble with approval.
“Picked it up last week at Cassidy’s Secondhand.” She does a quick spin. “Just got it back from the tailor. You like?”
“I love.” She purrs the words and leans in for another kiss. Adrianne complies, and Gen can’t help but nip at her lower lip as she pulls away.
Never one for chitchat, Adrianne immediately cuts to the chase. “Got a job for you,” she says, still leaning into the counter.
“Yeah?”
“Think you could spare an hour?”
“For you?” Gen closes the small space between them and brushes the tip of her nose over Adrianne’s. “Always.”
-
They’ve been working together for a little over two years.
They met by happenstance at the market. Gen had accidentally brushed her hand over some brown bananas and Adrianne had observed them return to a vibrant yellow.
“You have got to show me that trick,” she’d said. Any other day, Gen would have panicked. But Adrianne’s kind eyes and genuine curiosity told her she was safe. That she could trust her.
Now, she helps her on occasion. Serves as a consultant of sorts. A means to speak with those who no longer can.
They arrive at the funeral home, and Adrianne bullshits the director. Weaves a tale about being close friends of the deceased and wanting a moment alone before visitation begins. He ushers them into a soberly decorated room. The double-doors close behind them and at the head of the room sits the casket. Gen approaches it.
Alona Tal is beautiful.
Her long, blonde hair drapes her shoulders and she wears a navy dress.
“What the story?” Gen asks. Her voice is quiet.
“She was poisoned. Her boyfriend is being held. The two have been on the outs recently. Cops say the verdict is pretty clear. Guilty with a capital G. His parents hired me. Want me to find out what really happened.”
Gen nods her head, and steps forward. She skims a hand along the side of the casket, and then touches the back of Alona’s hand.
Alona’s eyes open.
“What happened?” She asks.
“Um.” This part is never easy. “We were hoping you could tell us.”
“Am I—“ She cuts off, seeming to already know the answer.
“I’m so sorry. But we don’t have long. I need to know if you remember anything. From before—well, before.”
Alona considers this for a moment before she says, “Tony came over. I asked if he wanted tea, and he said he’d make it. He brought me a cup and then everything got… dark. Painful.” Her brow pinches in thought.
“You were poisoned,” Gen tells her. “Tony is in custody.”
“Oh, no.” She shakes her head. “He would never do that. Sure, we’ve had our rough patches and there was that fight recently but—but he loved me. I loved him. We were talking about marriage and…” she trails off and meets Gen’s eye. “You have to believe me.”
Gen holds her gaze. “I believe you,” she says.
“Is it time to go?” Alona asks, and Gen nods.
“I’m afraid so.”
She touches her hand once more, and her eyes close.
That’s how it works. First touch, alive again. Second touch, dead forever.
It could be argued why she doesn’t bring everyone back and leave it at that, but the second touch is essential in her eyes. There’s a balance to maintain, and she doesn’t want to mess with it.
Now, Adrianne is behind her.
“Case closed,” she says. “Boyfriend did it.”
“Didn’t you hear her say it couldn’t have been him?” Gen asks, spinning to face her. In her pumps, Adrianne is a full head higher than her. She rolls her eyes.
“Please,” she says. “She loved him. Of course she doesn’t want to believe he did it. But like she said—they had their rough patches. And this him poisoning her thing was particularly rough, whether she wants to recognize it or not.”
“I don’t know. Does she have any family? Anyone else we could talk to?”
“A brother, but seriously? I think this case is closed.” Adrianne seems to have made her mind up already, and Gen knows there isn’t any arguing with her. “Leave the detective work to me, huh?” She flashes a smile.
“I guess,” Gen mumbles.
Adrianne gives her shoulder an affectionate squeeze and leads her toward the doors.
-
Later that evening, she’s back at The Cooling Rack.
She’s washing the remains of frosting from a bowl while Jared—her only employee—is seated on the edge of the counter nearby, eating one of the lemon-limoncello cupcakes.
“This is amazing,” he says around a bite. She looks back over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah? How’s the curd?”
“Good. Great.”
She snorts a little. “I could probably feed you a napkin and you’d say it tastes good.”
“Not half bad, maybe,” Jared counters. “But definitely not good. I do have standards, you know.”
“Sure you do.” As she says this, her phone goes off. She glances down and sees it’s a text from Alona’s brother.
“What’s that?” Jared asks, always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
“Nothing,” she says, playing nonchalant. She’d gotten ahold of the brother earlier and took a page from Adrianne’s book, posing as a reporter. She hadn’t known if he’d want to speak with her, but the text says he’s game. She picks up the phone and glances at the clock. “Do you think you could finish up here?” She asks, gesturing the remaining dishes. “Something came up—I need to talk with this guy.”
“Guy? What guy?” Jared hops off of the counter and she huffs a little.
“I’m helping Addie with a case.” She slips her apron off and slips her jacket on in its place. Jared eyes her for a moment, as if trying to read her, and then nods his head slowly.
“Okay,” he says, albeit reluctantly. “Thought you mentioned earlier that the case was closed, though.”
“It’s just a little something extra.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She flashes him a smile and the look he returns is suspicious, but in a I-can’t-prove-you’re-up-to-something-so-I’ll-keep-my-mouth-shut sort of way. She gives him a quick hug and adds, “Thank you. I’ll be back in an hour tops. Lock everything up if you have to leave before then.”
And before he can get another word in, she dashes out the door.
-
Adrianne’s got one thing on her mind and that’s her sweet gal, Genevieve.
She flips her office sign to closed and locks up before heading out and down the street. The Cooling Rack is within view, and from here she can see the lights are still on. She imagines Gen washing dishes and swaying her lithe hips to the indie rock she likes to pipe through the speakers.
As she reaches the shop however she sees it’s not Gen inside, but Jared.
He’s at the counter, reading a book. She taps twice at the glass and he spins in his seat. Flashing her a smile, he hops up and bounds over like an overexcited puppy.
“Where’s my girl?” She asks, once inside. “Thought I’d treat her to dinner.”
“Out, unfortunately,” Jared replies, his smile taking a turn for apologetic. “She left me with instructions to close up shop. I’ve got another twenty minutes before Jensen can pick me up, then I’m gone.”
“Where’d she get off to?”
“Said it was something extra for case you two were working.”
“Case?” Her stomach drops. “What are you talking about?”
“Um. She was going to talk to some guy?” Jared shrugs his shoulders, but is beginning to look worried.
“That little sneak. When did she leave?”
“Two hours ago, maybe?” His eyes dart toward the clock and his mouth tucks itself into a frown. “Should I be worried?” He asks. “I had a feeling I should have stopped her, but you know how she is.”
“Easier to stop a hurricane, I know,” Adrianne replies. “And no. Don’t worry. Not yet, at least. But thanks for the info.”
She leaves him with a peck on the cheek, and on the way out of the shop she dials Gen twice.
Both calls go directly to voicemail.
-
In retrospect, she should have in fact left the detective work to Adrianne.
The idea was harmless. All she’d wanted to do was speak with Alona’s brother. Get a second opinion on the boyfriend and their relationship. She’d imagined Adrianne would be proud, had she discovered a new lead. Maybe she’d even see her as being useful for more than her gift.
Only now, her hands are zip-tied and her ankles are bound to the legs of a chair.
She should have seen it coming. The brother had gotten so flustered when she began asking about Alona, the boyfriend, and the tea. The struggle that followed had caught her off guard, and he got the upper hand in the end.
Now, she wriggles a little in her restraints. Adrianne’s given her some tips on self-defense and what to do in various situations. Most of those sessions had admittedly dissolved into feather-light kisses and heated touches, but the information lingers in her mind.
Upstairs, she can hear him pacing. Planning his next move. He seems as ill prepared as she, and she takes solace in that fact. Can’t imagine he has a plan of action.
After a little maneuvering, she frees her ankles. Then, she jumps to her feet and remembers what Adrianne told her. Lifting her hands above her head, she brings them down swiftly and flares her elbows as she goes. The zip-ties snap, freeing her hands.
The victory is short lived, however. Upstairs, she hears a thud.
Her heartbeat quickens. Had she been too loud? She scans the area for something to use as a weapon.
The door at the top of the stairs swings open, but it isn’t the brother who comes into view.
It’s Adrianne.
“Gen,” she breathes, and rushes down the stairs. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Her usual composure is gone, replaced by anxiety. Gen shakes her head.
“I’m okay,” she tells her. “Might have a few bruises, but nothing serious.”
Adrianne’s entire body relaxes in relief and she pulls Gen in for a hug. Wraps her arms around her and strokes a hand down her back. As she does so, she looks to the left. She must spot the chair and the broken zip-ties because quietly, she asks, “Did he tie you up?”
“Yes… but I got out.”
Adrianne’s laugh is light and like music to Gen’s ears.
“That’s my girl,” she says.
-
Later that week, Adrianne enters the shop like a whirlwind. She wears a blue sharkskin Kenneth Cole suit, with black and gold heels.
Gen is at the counter, and leans forward to accept the kiss that is promptly planted on her lips.
“See the news?” Adrianne asks as she pulls away.
“Nope,” is Gen’s reply. Having deemed lemon-limoncello a success, she’s been a little preoccupied with new endeavors. Namely, mango- jalapeño.
Slapping a newspaper down onto the counter, Adrianne jabs a perfectly manicured nail at the headline.
“The brother confessed to everything. Their father had passed recently and rather than split the inheritance with Alona, he thought he’d tamper with her tea so he could have it all for himself. The boyfriend was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Not the brightest criminal we’ve dealt with,” Gen comments.
“Not by a long shot,” Adrianne agrees. Then, she shoves the paper off to the side and leans in. “I guess I owe you an apology. You were right.”
Gen smiles. “Guess so,” she says. “Though I won’t be quitting my day job quite yet. As interesting as my brief foray into solo investigation was, I’m not sure I want to revisit it.”
“I’m glad to hear it. You gave me quite the scare. I can’t afford to lose you.” Adrianne runs a finger along the back of Gen’s hand. Traces her knuckles and smiles softly.
“Suppose my little gift’s pretty invaluable to you, huh?” Flowers Jared brought for her after the incident sit nearby. They’ve begun to wilt and die. She brushes a hand over their tops, and they bloom back to life before their eyes. “Can’t lose that.”
“I was actually talking about you, dummy.” Adrienne flicks Gen playfully on the forehead “As helpful as your gift is, it doesn’t hold a candle to the entire package. I kind of love you, y’know.”
Gen can’t contain the surprise in her voice. “You love me?” She asks.
“Well, yeah.” The duh is evident in her tone. “Don’t you love me?”
“Of course.” The response is instantaneous. They’ve never said the words—not explicitly, at least—but she supposes it’s been implied for a long time now. “Never expected to hear you say it, I guess,” she admits.
“I’m full of surprises.” Adrianne flashes a smile. “And, on occasion, as sweet as one of your cupcakes.”
“On occasion,” Gen agrees.
They kiss they share is sweet. Like chocolate, but laced with a hint of jalapeño that lingers on Gen’s tongue.
It’s perfect.
Pairing: Adrianne/Genevieve
Rating: PG-13
Any warnings: minor character death, mild violence
The Cooling Rack is nestled in the heart of downtown.
It’s where Genevieve Cortese, owner and baker, spends her days, nights, and effectively her entire life. Cupcakes are her game. She packs a punch with her flavors: everything from the simple vanilla bean, to the more daring honey lavender or wasabi white chocolate. She’s developed each recipe by hand. Nurtures them like children until they’re ready to hit the shelves.
Today, she tackles lemon-limoncello. It still needs some tweaking, but the six she has prepared look fairly good. Each is filled with lemon curd and topped with cream cheese limoncello frosting. The finishing touch is a fresh raspberry.
She reaches for the box, and it might be worth mentioning: in addition to baking, she has one more talent. And that’s waking the dead. Some might consider it strange—actually, everyone would consider it strange.
She considers it useful.
But more on that later.
The box of raspberries is past its prime. Rotting and funky. As she picks one up, however, it transforms. Becomes plump, red, and juicy.
She finishes the cupcakes with a smile and out front, the bell above the door chimes. She leans forward just in time to see Adrianne Palicki—of Palicki Private Investigations—stride into the shop. As usual, she’s dressed to kill. Charcoal double-breasted Armani suit, strappy black pumps that highlight each step with a sharp click, and blonde hair lacquered into finger waves. Give her a cigarette and she could have tread out of a film noir mere seconds ago.
Gen’s smile only grows, and she practically skips out to meet her.
“Hey, doll.” Reaching the counter, Adrianne leans across. She kisses Gen on the lips with an affectionate smack and leaves a trace of bright red lipstick behind.
“New suit?” Asks Gen, eyes sweeping the ensemble with approval.
“Picked it up last week at Cassidy’s Secondhand.” She does a quick spin. “Just got it back from the tailor. You like?”
“I love.” She purrs the words and leans in for another kiss. Adrianne complies, and Gen can’t help but nip at her lower lip as she pulls away.
Never one for chitchat, Adrianne immediately cuts to the chase. “Got a job for you,” she says, still leaning into the counter.
“Yeah?”
“Think you could spare an hour?”
“For you?” Gen closes the small space between them and brushes the tip of her nose over Adrianne’s. “Always.”
-
They’ve been working together for a little over two years.
They met by happenstance at the market. Gen had accidentally brushed her hand over some brown bananas and Adrianne had observed them return to a vibrant yellow.
“You have got to show me that trick,” she’d said. Any other day, Gen would have panicked. But Adrianne’s kind eyes and genuine curiosity told her she was safe. That she could trust her.
Now, she helps her on occasion. Serves as a consultant of sorts. A means to speak with those who no longer can.
They arrive at the funeral home, and Adrianne bullshits the director. Weaves a tale about being close friends of the deceased and wanting a moment alone before visitation begins. He ushers them into a soberly decorated room. The double-doors close behind them and at the head of the room sits the casket. Gen approaches it.
Alona Tal is beautiful.
Her long, blonde hair drapes her shoulders and she wears a navy dress.
“What the story?” Gen asks. Her voice is quiet.
“She was poisoned. Her boyfriend is being held. The two have been on the outs recently. Cops say the verdict is pretty clear. Guilty with a capital G. His parents hired me. Want me to find out what really happened.”
Gen nods her head, and steps forward. She skims a hand along the side of the casket, and then touches the back of Alona’s hand.
Alona’s eyes open.
“What happened?” She asks.
“Um.” This part is never easy. “We were hoping you could tell us.”
“Am I—“ She cuts off, seeming to already know the answer.
“I’m so sorry. But we don’t have long. I need to know if you remember anything. From before—well, before.”
Alona considers this for a moment before she says, “Tony came over. I asked if he wanted tea, and he said he’d make it. He brought me a cup and then everything got… dark. Painful.” Her brow pinches in thought.
“You were poisoned,” Gen tells her. “Tony is in custody.”
“Oh, no.” She shakes her head. “He would never do that. Sure, we’ve had our rough patches and there was that fight recently but—but he loved me. I loved him. We were talking about marriage and…” she trails off and meets Gen’s eye. “You have to believe me.”
Gen holds her gaze. “I believe you,” she says.
“Is it time to go?” Alona asks, and Gen nods.
“I’m afraid so.”
She touches her hand once more, and her eyes close.
That’s how it works. First touch, alive again. Second touch, dead forever.
It could be argued why she doesn’t bring everyone back and leave it at that, but the second touch is essential in her eyes. There’s a balance to maintain, and she doesn’t want to mess with it.
Now, Adrianne is behind her.
“Case closed,” she says. “Boyfriend did it.”
“Didn’t you hear her say it couldn’t have been him?” Gen asks, spinning to face her. In her pumps, Adrianne is a full head higher than her. She rolls her eyes.
“Please,” she says. “She loved him. Of course she doesn’t want to believe he did it. But like she said—they had their rough patches. And this him poisoning her thing was particularly rough, whether she wants to recognize it or not.”
“I don’t know. Does she have any family? Anyone else we could talk to?”
“A brother, but seriously? I think this case is closed.” Adrianne seems to have made her mind up already, and Gen knows there isn’t any arguing with her. “Leave the detective work to me, huh?” She flashes a smile.
“I guess,” Gen mumbles.
Adrianne gives her shoulder an affectionate squeeze and leads her toward the doors.
-
Later that evening, she’s back at The Cooling Rack.
She’s washing the remains of frosting from a bowl while Jared—her only employee—is seated on the edge of the counter nearby, eating one of the lemon-limoncello cupcakes.
“This is amazing,” he says around a bite. She looks back over her shoulder at him.
“Yeah? How’s the curd?”
“Good. Great.”
She snorts a little. “I could probably feed you a napkin and you’d say it tastes good.”
“Not half bad, maybe,” Jared counters. “But definitely not good. I do have standards, you know.”
“Sure you do.” As she says this, her phone goes off. She glances down and sees it’s a text from Alona’s brother.
“What’s that?” Jared asks, always sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
“Nothing,” she says, playing nonchalant. She’d gotten ahold of the brother earlier and took a page from Adrianne’s book, posing as a reporter. She hadn’t known if he’d want to speak with her, but the text says he’s game. She picks up the phone and glances at the clock. “Do you think you could finish up here?” She asks, gesturing the remaining dishes. “Something came up—I need to talk with this guy.”
“Guy? What guy?” Jared hops off of the counter and she huffs a little.
“I’m helping Addie with a case.” She slips her apron off and slips her jacket on in its place. Jared eyes her for a moment, as if trying to read her, and then nods his head slowly.
“Okay,” he says, albeit reluctantly. “Thought you mentioned earlier that the case was closed, though.”
“It’s just a little something extra.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” She flashes him a smile and the look he returns is suspicious, but in a I-can’t-prove-you’re-up-to-something-so-I’ll-keep-my-mouth-shut sort of way. She gives him a quick hug and adds, “Thank you. I’ll be back in an hour tops. Lock everything up if you have to leave before then.”
And before he can get another word in, she dashes out the door.
-
Adrianne’s got one thing on her mind and that’s her sweet gal, Genevieve.
She flips her office sign to closed and locks up before heading out and down the street. The Cooling Rack is within view, and from here she can see the lights are still on. She imagines Gen washing dishes and swaying her lithe hips to the indie rock she likes to pipe through the speakers.
As she reaches the shop however she sees it’s not Gen inside, but Jared.
He’s at the counter, reading a book. She taps twice at the glass and he spins in his seat. Flashing her a smile, he hops up and bounds over like an overexcited puppy.
“Where’s my girl?” She asks, once inside. “Thought I’d treat her to dinner.”
“Out, unfortunately,” Jared replies, his smile taking a turn for apologetic. “She left me with instructions to close up shop. I’ve got another twenty minutes before Jensen can pick me up, then I’m gone.”
“Where’d she get off to?”
“Said it was something extra for case you two were working.”
“Case?” Her stomach drops. “What are you talking about?”
“Um. She was going to talk to some guy?” Jared shrugs his shoulders, but is beginning to look worried.
“That little sneak. When did she leave?”
“Two hours ago, maybe?” His eyes dart toward the clock and his mouth tucks itself into a frown. “Should I be worried?” He asks. “I had a feeling I should have stopped her, but you know how she is.”
“Easier to stop a hurricane, I know,” Adrianne replies. “And no. Don’t worry. Not yet, at least. But thanks for the info.”
She leaves him with a peck on the cheek, and on the way out of the shop she dials Gen twice.
Both calls go directly to voicemail.
-
In retrospect, she should have in fact left the detective work to Adrianne.
The idea was harmless. All she’d wanted to do was speak with Alona’s brother. Get a second opinion on the boyfriend and their relationship. She’d imagined Adrianne would be proud, had she discovered a new lead. Maybe she’d even see her as being useful for more than her gift.
Only now, her hands are zip-tied and her ankles are bound to the legs of a chair.
She should have seen it coming. The brother had gotten so flustered when she began asking about Alona, the boyfriend, and the tea. The struggle that followed had caught her off guard, and he got the upper hand in the end.
Now, she wriggles a little in her restraints. Adrianne’s given her some tips on self-defense and what to do in various situations. Most of those sessions had admittedly dissolved into feather-light kisses and heated touches, but the information lingers in her mind.
Upstairs, she can hear him pacing. Planning his next move. He seems as ill prepared as she, and she takes solace in that fact. Can’t imagine he has a plan of action.
After a little maneuvering, she frees her ankles. Then, she jumps to her feet and remembers what Adrianne told her. Lifting her hands above her head, she brings them down swiftly and flares her elbows as she goes. The zip-ties snap, freeing her hands.
The victory is short lived, however. Upstairs, she hears a thud.
Her heartbeat quickens. Had she been too loud? She scans the area for something to use as a weapon.
The door at the top of the stairs swings open, but it isn’t the brother who comes into view.
It’s Adrianne.
“Gen,” she breathes, and rushes down the stairs. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Her usual composure is gone, replaced by anxiety. Gen shakes her head.
“I’m okay,” she tells her. “Might have a few bruises, but nothing serious.”
Adrianne’s entire body relaxes in relief and she pulls Gen in for a hug. Wraps her arms around her and strokes a hand down her back. As she does so, she looks to the left. She must spot the chair and the broken zip-ties because quietly, she asks, “Did he tie you up?”
“Yes… but I got out.”
Adrianne’s laugh is light and like music to Gen’s ears.
“That’s my girl,” she says.
-
Later that week, Adrianne enters the shop like a whirlwind. She wears a blue sharkskin Kenneth Cole suit, with black and gold heels.
Gen is at the counter, and leans forward to accept the kiss that is promptly planted on her lips.
“See the news?” Adrianne asks as she pulls away.
“Nope,” is Gen’s reply. Having deemed lemon-limoncello a success, she’s been a little preoccupied with new endeavors. Namely, mango- jalapeño.
Slapping a newspaper down onto the counter, Adrianne jabs a perfectly manicured nail at the headline.
“The brother confessed to everything. Their father had passed recently and rather than split the inheritance with Alona, he thought he’d tamper with her tea so he could have it all for himself. The boyfriend was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Not the brightest criminal we’ve dealt with,” Gen comments.
“Not by a long shot,” Adrianne agrees. Then, she shoves the paper off to the side and leans in. “I guess I owe you an apology. You were right.”
Gen smiles. “Guess so,” she says. “Though I won’t be quitting my day job quite yet. As interesting as my brief foray into solo investigation was, I’m not sure I want to revisit it.”
“I’m glad to hear it. You gave me quite the scare. I can’t afford to lose you.” Adrianne runs a finger along the back of Gen’s hand. Traces her knuckles and smiles softly.
“Suppose my little gift’s pretty invaluable to you, huh?” Flowers Jared brought for her after the incident sit nearby. They’ve begun to wilt and die. She brushes a hand over their tops, and they bloom back to life before their eyes. “Can’t lose that.”
“I was actually talking about you, dummy.” Adrienne flicks Gen playfully on the forehead “As helpful as your gift is, it doesn’t hold a candle to the entire package. I kind of love you, y’know.”
Gen can’t contain the surprise in her voice. “You love me?” She asks.
“Well, yeah.” The duh is evident in her tone. “Don’t you love me?”
“Of course.” The response is instantaneous. They’ve never said the words—not explicitly, at least—but she supposes it’s been implied for a long time now. “Never expected to hear you say it, I guess,” she admits.
“I’m full of surprises.” Adrianne flashes a smile. “And, on occasion, as sweet as one of your cupcakes.”
“On occasion,” Gen agrees.
They kiss they share is sweet. Like chocolate, but laced with a hint of jalapeño that lingers on Gen’s tongue.
It’s perfect.
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