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the sun was sinking when you heard the front door open, golden light spilling through the windows and turning the carpet orange.
“hey, i’m home!”
“in the living room!” you called back.
you heard him kick his shoes off, the sound of his deliberately audible footsteps making you smile.
he leaned over the back of the couch, lowering a brightly colored box into your field of vision. “here you go,” he said warmly, “half a dozen cupcakes from the place on 57th, as requested.”
“you’re the best, you know that?” you pushed your laptop onto the couch, gleefully plucking the box from his hands.
“i do know that.” he pushed himself back, shrugging his jacket off and dropping it on your head.
you shook it off, tossing a playful glare over your shoulder and making him laugh.
“i’m gonna go change.”
“better hurry, or there might not be any cupcakes left!”
“uh huh,” he called sarcastically, “i’m terrified.”
you hopped off the couch, hurrying into the kitchen to open up your precious dessert.
you sliced the label- noticing the words “custom frosting” as you did- before pulling up the lid to reveal large swirls of black, gray, white, and purple.
a familiar palette.
a little too familiar to be a coincidence.
then familiar arms slid around your waist, and a familiar face tucked itself into your shoulder. “can we eat yet, or are you gonna keep staring at them?”
“jay…”
he stiffened slightly at your cautious tone. “mhm?”
“did you- are these ace cupcakes?”
“oh.” a pause. “um, yeah, they are.”
your hands drifted from the box to rest on his forearms, squeezing gently.
“i just… i dunno, thought it might be, like, affirming or something.”
a quick huff of laughter escaped you.
“you know, if you hate them, i can eat them on my own,” he joked tensely into your shoulder.
“i don’t hate them! i’m just- this was sweet of you. thank you.”
“yeah, yeah,” his voice was light and dismissive, but the tension melted from his body. “can we eat now?”
“only if you admit that this was sweet.”
“i’m not sweet.”
“you’re right, my bad.” you tapped his arms, and he pulled away, leaning against the counter beside you. “you used up all your sweet at the bakery, didn’t you?”
“if i say yes, will you stop?”
“yes.”
he sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “fine. i used up all of my sweet at the bakery,” he grumbled, reaching past you and your giggles and snatching a cupcake. “now i have to re-fill.”