Crap.

It really wasn’t supposed to go like this. He had it all planned. A romantic, hot evening with you for your one year dating anniversary.

He bought ingredients to make your favorite cake flavor, even decided to bake it in only an apron to make himself more appealing when you walked through the door.

However, he’d lost control of the mixer and now the sweet and thick frosting was all over his bare skin.

What was he gonna do? You’d be home any minute now.