Page 113 of Tobias

“It hasn’t rained this hard in a while,” Tobias comments.

“Perfect day to bake cookies, get into comfy pajamas, watch movies—”

“And fuck,” Tobias adds.

“Yes, that. Lots of that.”

Tobias lets Biscuit out of her kennel as I gather all the ingredients for cookies. The recipe seems simple enough, so I’m sure we can get through this. Maybe with his help, they’ll actually taste good. I have no idea what I did wrong on the sugar cookies, but hopefully it won’t be a repeat. I preheat the oven, pull out my mixer, and get the eggs into a bowl of warm water since I don’t want to wait for them to reach room temperature.

“Damn, you’re serious about this,” Tobias comments, eyes on the mixer as he comes back into the kitchen, Biscuit at his side.

“It was a gift,” I say.

He shakes his head, stopping at my side to check everything out.

“Eggs in water is part of the recipe?” he questions.

I slap his arm playfully. “The cookies will come out better if the ingredients are room temp, and I’m impatient.”

“Tell me what to do, Chef.”

“Let’s start with measuring everything out first.”

We work together smoothly to measure everything out. Once that’s done, Tobias puts the sugar and the butter together in the mixer while I put all the dry ingredients together in a bowl.

“I think I need the next thing,” Tobias says. “Whatever it is.”

I glance at my phone, wanting to make sure what that is before I tell him the wrong thing and we fuck these up.

“Vanilla first. Then brown sugar. Once that’s combined, it’s the eggs. One at a time.”

While he does that, I get another measuring cup and a spatula.

“Looks right,” he comments.

I add the dry mixture little by little, making sure to scrape everything off the paddle and sides so it’s mixing together well.

“Chocolate chips next,” I say, dumping them in.

“This actually looks good,” Tobias says, shutting off the mixer and removing the bowl.

I stick my finger in to scoop some up and put it in my mouth.

“There’s raw egg in that,” Tobias says with a frown.

“And?”

He shakes his head and reaches for a chocolate chip on the counter that got away, popping it into his mouth. He sees me watching and grins.

“Bet I taste like chocolate,” he goads.

I grip his shirt and pull him close. “Let’s find out.”

I kiss him, making sure to swipe my tongue into his mouth. He does taste like chocolate, but when he pulls away, I say, “Nope. Didn’t taste anything.”

I find the bag of chocolate chips and grab a few, putting them in my mouth. “What about me?”

His eyes light up, and he goes in for a kiss, moaning against my lips.

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