Chapter 98

Summer’s POV

We swapped out the tub for the shower head and blasted ourselves clean. Me, squinting under a deluge of scalding water, wrestling handfuls of cake and frosting from my hair like it was trying to stage a chocolaty coup. Every so often I’d fling my head back and a slick boba of frosting would shoot off like a dessert grenade. Jared just stood there, arms crossed, that ridiculously sexy smirk plastered on his face. I swear my heart did a little drum solo, and I half-wanted to punch him in the jaw for looking so smug—and half-wanted to kiss him right there in the flood of suds. Or both. Obviously, highly practical.

Once we proved that even buttercream has limits, Jared high-tailed it downstairs to microwave something edible. I grabbed my towel and toddled into my room, face still half-sticky. Everything I owned was locked in my carry-on—still crusted with cake, still reeking of my Great Disappearance—and my bathroom stash was a barren wasteland. I did con