I wish for a guy who worships my body, is great at sex and makes me feel like a well-loved Goddess. Someone who loves me, for me. Inside and out. And is really, really good at it.
And if he could be six-foot-two, with sandy blond hair and dreamy green eyes, a body that made nymphomaniacs weep and a smile that melted her panties, that’d be nifty, too.
Eyes scrunched tight, Eden Gillespie let that visual play out for just a second. Then, with a deep breath, she opened them wide and blew.
The flame went out. Thankfully. Because she’d blown so hard, the candle toppled from its perch on the chocolate cupcake. Good wishes did that, she told herself as she scooped up a fingerful of frosting and grinned at the woman sitting across from her.
“So? What’d you wish for?” Bev Lang leaned forward, her wild red curls bouncing like springs around her cheerful face.
“It’s a secret. If I tell, it won’t come true,” Eden said primly before bursting into laughter. Yeah. Like she was gonna lose out on her body-worshipping lover because she put the word out that she was waiting? Still, she pulled her cupcake closer and, since it was filled with molten chocolate, used a fork to enjoy the next bite. And fill her mouth so she didn’t blurt anything out.
Because you never knew with wishes.
“I can’t believe you won’t tell me. How long have we been friends?” Bev asked, putting on her best fake-affront look. It wasn’t very effective since she still looked like she was waiting for a white apron and her boyfriend, Raggedy Andy.
“Eleven years?” Eden guessed, counting back to the first day of high school. That’d been the year her dad had died, leaving her mom too broke to keep paying the exorbitant tuition to the private school Eden had always attended. Secretly terrified, she’d put on a brave face in hopes that the public school kids would accept her more than the private school snobs had. Bev had been the new girl in town, unaware that Eden wasn’t acceptable because of her zip code. By the time she’d learned the ins and outs of Ocean Point social politics, she and Eden had been too good of friends for it to matter.
“Then as your best friend since ninth grade, I figure it’s my job to help you with the wish,” Bev decided, leaning back in Eden’s faded and frayed Queen Anne dining chair and digging into her own cupcake. “I think this should be your year for sex.”
“An entire year, dedicated to sex?” she asked with a laugh. She was sure there was nothing more than dust motes and the faint air of neglect floating through the formal dining room. But, still, it was all she could do not to look over her head to see if the wish was written there in the candle smoke.
“You should dedicate this year to the pursuit of sex.” Bev scrunched her nose and pointed out, “I don’t want to hurt your feelings or anything, but it might take a little effort on your part.”
When was the last time she’d had sex worth putting in a little effort? Definitely not with that guy. Not with any guy, if she were being honest. Eden swirled her fork in the gooey rich chocolate, using it to make a design on the Meissen plate. And when better for brutal self-truths that a girl’s twenty-fifth birthday.
The last guy she’d had sex with had broken his foot trying to play he-man and do it against a tree. Instead of accepting that he just wasn’t he-man material, he’d blamed her.
No wonder her love life sucked. Look at the kind of guys she had to work with.
And if you’d like to check out the entire cupcake recipe, just click here.
Did I mention it’s triple chocolate? As in, a chocolate cupcake with a whipped chocolate frosting and a chocolate ganache filling. Oh my… it’s so good!!
Originally posted 3/5/13