“Don’t we have to eat the cake first? Otherwise, what calories are we trying to burn off by dancing?” He drops his hand, realizing his mistake. “Oh…right.” Then he glances over his shoulder, looking to see if anyone is close by. Moving quick, he snatches up the long cake knife. I gasp for real. “Ryan Langley, don’t you dare.” I grab at his wrist as he laughs, trying to wrestle the knife from him. “You can’t cut their cake—” “You just said no one was gonna eat it,” he teases, gently pulling away from me. “You said it would sit here all night before it ends up in the trash. We’re saving it,
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