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“Hey, kid.”
Angel slumped into the barstool. “Drink.”
Husk set a glass in front of him. “Wanna talk about it?”
Angel grinned. “Aww, Husky… You do care!”
Husk grunted. “Never mind.”
Angel finished his drink before he spoke again. “Val—”
“You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want.”
“It was bad,” was all Angel said in response.
Husk poured him another drink, then reached behind the counter to set a pink cupcake with white frosting beside Angel’s glass.
Angel stared at him.
“It’s your birthday, ain’t it?”
“You bought me a cupcake?”
Husk’s cheeks tinged pink and he turned away to clean some glasses. “I made it.”
Husk baking— for him— was unbelievable and warmed Angel more than it should. “Thank you,” he said quietly.
Husk didn’t say anything.
Angel wasn’t sure what to expect when he bit into the cupcake, but it wasn’t a fluffy chocolate cake, vanilla icing with a hint of lemon and crystallized orange zest, the cupcake stuffed with strawberry filling that looked homemade of fresh strawberries. He moaned at the taste and couldn’t stop the orgasmic expression on his face as he took another bite. When he opened his eyes, Husk was watching him. “I could cu—”
“Don’t,” Husk interrupted him. “I… wanted to do something special for the man I— for you.”
Angel froze. “The man you… what?” It came out in a strangled whisper.
“Love,” Husk finished just as softly, pretending to wipe the counter.
Several heartbeats passed before Angel set the cupcake down, grabbed Husk’s suspenders, and shouted, “Don’t fucking mess with me like that! I know it’s April Fool—”
Husk grunted and closed the distance between them. “Anthony,” he breathed against Angel’s lips and Angel wasn’t aware of anything else except their kiss that tasted like strawberry and whiskey.