"You're not gonna shove my face into the cake right?" Zayne looks up from the platter of wedding cake samples, still deciding whether he likes the vanilla buttercream more than the white chocolate ganache.
"I'm sorry?" He asks, watching you carefully set down your fork.
"Like when we cut the cake and I feed you a bite and then it's your turn to feed me a bite...you're not gonna like cover me in icing right? Cause then I'll have to pick a flavour that won't stain my dress." Your attempt to lighten the mood around the serious question fails. Zayne simply stares at you with utter confusion in his eyes.
"Why would I do that?" You shrug, feeling exposed under his gaze.
"Some guys think it's funny."
"That's ridiculous. I won't do that, I promise." He nudges your foot under the table to get your attention, feeding you a bite of the red velvet when you look up.
"I like that one." You jot down the name as you chew, adding it to Zayne's long list of flavours to keep in consideration. So far, every flavour you'd tasted had made the list.
Well, except for carrot cake.
"Besides, thereβs a much better use for our wedding cake." Zayne remarks casually, feeding you a bit of the coffee cake.
"Well yeah, we can actually eat it." There's a silence after your words, one that makes you glance up to see his slightly surprised expression.