Chapter 27 ★ Little valentine

Hendrix POV Cedric's hands are so warm on my hips, and I can't help but lean back into his chest a little bit. I haphazardly crack the eggs into the bowl, tossing the shells into the garbage disposal. I insisted on whipping up some brownies for him. He's way too kind letting me stay here again, I need to make something for him. He even let me play some music on a speaker he has in living room. I chose to put on some Chet Baker, obviously trying to set a certain mood. It's romantic music after all. Maybe tonight he'll finally cave in. "I knew you liked old music, but I didn't know you liked music this old." He sounds amused behind me, obviously watching what I'm doing from where he stands over my shoulder. He's so tall he can probably see every little move. "I like a lot of music. What, you don't like oldies?" I ask, whisking the wet ingredients together until their bubbling and frothy, the egg yolks turning it a perfect gold color. I