For Angelo, the only thing that would suffice would be thirty minutes of peace and quiet. Emily's disinterest in him was only the icing on the cake of a day that had started poorly when Fiona dragged him to a cake tasting event.
While Fiona ranted on and on about the wedding, he was able to find some solace in the quiet of the vehicle trip home. Angelo was beginning to grasp the meaning of "cold feet", with only a week left till the wedding.
He preferred to ignore Fiona's chatter about the wedding and think about what made his heart happy. Angelo thought back to the way Emily's boy had lit up with joy when he mentioned the word "cupcake," and he couldn't help but grin at the memory.
Perhaps, even better, he could feel Emily's soft breasts pressed against his chest as the pleasant odors of cinnamon and vanilla wafted up into his nose.