Using the fork, he molds the cake into a shape. I sense there’s more. “That’s it?” “Don’t think I’m supposed to tell you the rest.” He spins the cake to me. He formed a realistic looking alien head in two seconds. “Watcha think?” “Needs antennas.” He grins, then draws antennas in the green frosting with his finger. Afterwards, he swipes frosting down my nose, then my cheek. I smile back. “The blood of my people.” He licks the frosting off my face, cupping my jaw. “Tastes unearthly.” He places a kiss back on my cheek, and my whole body is singing.
