Page 67 of Wylder and the Almost Rockstar
“Oh, that feels nice, thank you.” She wiggled her toes under the cool compress.
“What brings you downstairs in the middle of the night?”
“I was thirsty.”
“Water?” He turned to the fridge.
“Or hot chocolate.”
“Right, the perfect thirst quencher.”
“Keurig’s on the counter by the oven.”
“All right.” Logan turned the K-Cup tree to peruse the options. “You want white chocolate, dark, or salted caramel?”
“They don’t have chocolate flavored chocolate?”
“No… wait, yes, there’s one left. It has a sticky note on it that says, ‘property of superstar Beckett Anderson’.”
“That’s the one I want.”
“You sure you want to risk the superstar’s ire?”
“One-hundred percent.”
“It’s your funeral.” Logan popped the K-Cup into the machine and hit the brew button.
“Marshmallows, we need lots of marshmallows.” Wylder waved toward the cabinet over Logan’s head.
“Got it.” Logan passed her the bag.
“And the melty peppermints.”
“And the melty peppermints.” Logan sighed and passed her the container of mints. “How are you not diabetic?” He retrieved her mug of cocoa from the machine and loaded a white hot chocolate pack for himself.
Wylder piled her mug with marshmallows and peppermints, stirring until they melted. “So good.” She hummed to herself as she sipped.
“All that chocolate and sugar won’t exactly help you fall asleep, you know.” Logan leaned on the counter in front of her, tapping his mug to hers.
“I will sleep like a baby with a belly full of warm chocolaty goodness.”
“How’s your foot?” He moved to check under the icepack and let out a low whistle.
“What’s the verdict?”
“I don’t know, is your toe usually that color?”
Wylder glanced down to see her big toe was red and swollen to twice its normal size. “Yikes, is it broken?” She tried wiggling her toes.
“Don’t think so, but you should probably elevate it.” Logan helped her up, and they moved to the couch.
“Ouch.” Wylder winced as she lifted her foot to the coffee table.
“One second.” Logan darted back to the kitchen to grab the icepack and their hot chocolates.
“More marshmallows,” Wylder whisper-shouted for Logan to bring the bag with him.
He shook his head with a grin. “You have the most epic sweet tooth, Wylds.”
