Licorice X Red Velvet Romane & Geschichten

He interrupted flatly and Isa hummed. “Then there’s the uhm key lime, which is still experimental but it’s pretty good as well. And lastly the good old fashioned red velvet” The last of her words coaxed in a whisper and he grabbed the fork from the plate that held all four delicacies. Before he dug into it, he looked up at her. His Adam’s apple danced in the back of his throat and then he turned away. “Which do you recommend?” Leonardo’s voice was low and helpless. He took a bit of the red velvet. “Too common” He said and she bit into her lips. “I’m in no place to have an opinion, sir”

It was topped with cocoa powder and a beautiful chocolate bar. The red velvet had a pleasing pinkish-red color, adorned with a few slices of fresh strawberries created by Lani, making it look irresistible. Joyfully, Lani packaged them in two small paper boxes, carefully placing them in a bag before placing them on the table. Then, she and Kane changed into different clothes. Lani even applied light makeup before they set off together to Maris's house.

Cam had me weak the whole lunch, especially when he dissed Chynna I mean I've seen people turn red before but her flashlight ass was like a damn tomato. And it didn't even stop at lunch, for my last two classes me and him was having a debate through text on what shade of red she turned either the color of a baboons ass or a ripe tomato.

A red lipstick. “Lar.sson” I read the brand name out a loud. What?! So, it was obviously Elias's doing. Wow, I didn't know he had a cosmetic brand, sounds interesting. What else could come as a surprise to me about him? I smiled to myself and caught myself immediately. The thought of him wasn't supposed to be giving me butterflies.

I leaned back, closing my eyes to savor it. When I opened them, I found Mason staring down at me. His expression wasn't cold anymore—it was hungry. A blush scorched my cheeks. "You like it," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "I do," I stammered. "What’s the secret ingredient?" "Amaretto," he said. "Apricot and bitter almond. It cuts through the darkness." "It's perfect," I said, holding his gaze as I used my thumb to wipe a fleck of foam from my lip.

"There's the Mint Chocolate, the Hazelnut Almond cake which is the usual favorite for people the same age as your mother. Less sugar, but even more taste—" "My Mother loves sugar." He cut in flatly and I hummed. "Well, there's also the key lime. Experimental but it's pretty good as well and the good old-fashioned red velvet." I forced a smile to my lips, watching him dip a fork into all the cakes for the taste. I pushed a hard lump down my throat, his silence was unnerving. I watched his mouth dance to the taste of the cakes. "Hmm," He nodded. "So which do you recommend?" He wiped his mouth with a napkin. His voice was low and helpless.

You're not beautiful enough to have that attitude, Bitch. "Yes, ma'am," I said sweetly, despite the fact that my hands wanted to hit her. "Change it, I want a red velvet cake," she stated emphatically. Argh, Selena, you need to calm down, I rolled my eyes. "Excuse me, Ma'am," I say. I substituted red velvet cake for the bread roll. Lorraine was irritated as well, but it's all part of the café's routine. We just need to be folks with a lot of patience, fudge.

His sudden shift in focus made me feel like I had his undivided interest. "Oh, these come in different flavors?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I hadn't realized that the candy had a variety of flavors. "Yeah," Felix said, listing them off. "Mint, chocolate, strawberry, orange, litchi, pineapple—" "Litchi! Litchi!" I interrupted him excitedly. "Okay, litchi it is," Felix said with a nod. "But just to clarify, the flavored ones will be used only for the mouth, not anywhere else," he said, tapping my cheeks playfully.

His supposed brown melts into crimson red. Holy shit.

“Okay, next is cake tasting. And let me just say first hand, just for the record, that I love, love, love the coffee and cognac flavors.” “Isn’t that what you had for your wedding?” Ella asked with a small frown on her forehead. “Exactly,” answered Damon. “It is simply the best.” “I would prefer red velvet though,” said Clarabelle, jumping into the conversation. “It is my favorite cake.” “Have you tried the coffee and cognac, though?” asked Damon. “Nope.” “Then you have not had your mind blown.” Damon laughed. “Trust me, you will dump red velvet and move in with coffee and cognac, girl.”