(Blake's POV)
“Tell me, what’s this Disney thing? I really don’t understand,” I asked Tara, remembering what Stella said and the lists of movies she wanted to watch she had written in her notebook. I sat across her.
Her lips pressed, then moving from side to side. When she stopped twitching her lips, she squinted her eyes at me. “Blake, can we eat first. I’m really hungry,” Without waiting for me, she stood and climbed down the saloon.
I followed her down, forgetting to ask her if she wanted to go back to the island. She had her head inside the refrigerator, peeking and taking the one she had been looking at this morning. It was a small box of chocolate cakes.
“You’re not hungry,” I smirked. “You’re just craving for it,” I said, chuckling and peeking at what’s inside the fridge.
“Sorry, I had a thing for cakes
