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A growing sense of familiarity prickled at my senses, and my chest grew warm. “Give…” I started, but my question was already answered as he placed the small, paper-wrapped cake into my lap.
“I had to fight Miles for the kitchen,” Finn explained, pulling out a thermos. Instantly, I knew what it was: hot chocolate. “But he finally left me alone. Eat,” he said, twisting the lid off the container.
I gently held the neatly wrapped treat. “Honey cake.”
“Well, yeah…” Finn sounded slightly unsure, and my attention moved to him. He was watching me with caution now—and suspicion. “Do you not like it anymore?”
Why was my vision blurring? This was no time to cry. I wiped the wrist of my sleeve over my eyes. “It’s my favorite.”
“I know.” His brows furrowed as his mouth twisted in confusion. “That’s why I made it.”
He didn’t watch me eat, which I was thankful for, and the two of us sat in silence as I nibbled on the cake and we watched the sunset into the horizon.
