Bully Me
I read from my phone, and Oakley hums.
“And Felix?”
“Obviously” I toss my phone on the counter, engulfing my mate in my arms. He continues refrosting the cake, and trying again. I rest my chin on his shoulder, watching him try to perfect it. His first few attempts were pretty good if you ask me, but not good enough if you ask him.
He’s pretty good at frosting cakes, and designing cute little things for the sides. Hunter’s birthday party is later today. He turned one, and Oakley has been freaking out because he wants everything to be top tier, and perfect.