Page 25 of Strawberry Kisses

I needed better boyfriends in the future.

Ugh, the idea of trying to find someone who was better than Patrick was exhausting.

“Come on.” Patrick stood, and I realised his fingers were still interlaced with mine. We’d been holding hands the whole time, and I hadn’t noticed. My stomach did a little flip.

I followed him out to the kitchen like a puppy and did exactly what I was told—carefully slicing strawberries and weighing ingredients while Patrick mixed and decorated, passing on quiet instructions now and then. I was utterly enraptured in watching him work, and I nearly cut my fingers off twice before I remembered to concentrate.

He was so cutely serious, and I couldn’t resist picking up one of the strawberry pieces and offering it to him. “Open wide.”

Patrick was still half concentrating, but he opened his lips enough for me to push the strawberry between them. His lips wrapped around my fingers, and a jolt of electricity shot down my spine. Patrick stared at me wide eyed, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. He opened his mouth to say something.

“Wha—”

“Patrick, could you stick the oven on?” Aoife called from outside the kitchen.

The moment snapped, leaving me standing stunned in the middle of the room. My heart racing faster than the speed of light.

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