Текст книги "How to Fall"
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“Because of you.” At her words, he guided her toward the shallow end of the pool until her bare ass grazed the steps. He leaned her back, pressing his body on top of her. Julia lifted her hips so she was out of the water, holding herself up with her hands on the edge of the highest step.
“Put me inside you,” he whispered. The instructions sent another wave of liquid heat coursing through her. It was a good thing the water was lapping at her thighs or else she might burst into flames.
She wrapped her hand around his thick shaft, sliding the condom on. She was the one with her legs spread, the one completely naked while he still had his shorts grabbing his tight ass. She was the one pressed against the edge of the pool, preparing for him to drive into her.
But she was the one in control.
She slid the tip of his cock up and down between her thighs, slick with desire and aching for him. She was dripping with water but her wetness was different, a slipperiness she could feel. He was bucking his hips now, trying not to rush but wanting nothing more than to be inside her. She knew she was driving him mad and she loved it. She pressed his head against her clit and rotated her hips to feel him rub against the sensitive spot.
“Now,” he gasped, and without further teasing, she used her hand to guide him right where she wanted.
For a second, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, he was so big and it had been so long that she felt she was being split open all the way to her heart. She gasped, her hips rigid as he held himself over her, shoulders straining with his weight against the step.
“Are you okay?” he panted, and she could feel it was taking everything in him not to move. Not to start in on her until he was sure she could take it.
But as she got used to the feeling, she started arching her hips against him, beginning to move. She laughed a little, self-conscious but suddenly feeling like she needed to tell him. “It’s been a long time.”
“That’s okay,” he said, and again she was surprised by his sudden tenderness. He shifted his weight and brushed a strand of wet hair from her cheek. “We can go slow.”
Julia shook her head emphatically. “No. Slow is definitely not what I want.” She almost laughed again at the confused expression on his face. She wrapped her legs around him, grinding her hips up and down, setting the pace. The surprise from having him inside her was gone, and in its place, a need was building up deep inside her. “Take me,” she whispered in his ear, trying to make herself sound as irresistible as possible and wondering if she could really pull it off.
“Are you sure?” Blake searched her eyes. She searched him back.
“Can I really ask for anything I want?” she said uncertainly, remembering what he’d said before she’d jumped in the pool. Before she’d gone and found herself completely undone.
“Absolutely.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer, grazing her lower lip with his teeth.
“Then what I really want is for you to fuck me.”
The taste of the words in her mouth was pure sex and she wondered how she’d ever stayed so quiet in the past. The spark in Blake’s eyes was like she’d flicked a switch in him. A tremor shot through her. She had unleashed him, and there was no going back.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her arms and pinned her wrists to the lip that ran around the edge of the pool. She was splayed open to him, her nipples hard and aching, her hair caught in thick wet waves. She gasped.
And then he started rocking inside her.
She tried to press her arms back against his weight but he kept her pinned. The feeling of his body against hers was everything she’d ever wanted—covering her, taking her, claiming her as his. He wasn’t holding back any more, his frenzied thrusts growing harder and surer every time he drove himself into her. His breath was ragged in her ear, low groans escaping every time she bucked her hips to meet him as he buried himself inside.
The feel of every inch of him was making her whimper, and he unclasped her trapped wrists to clamp a hand to her mouth.
“Quiet, darling,” he whispered, but he punctuated his command with a deeper thrust so hot and heavy it made her cry into his palm. She bit down on his hand and then his fingers as he slid his hand across her mouth, delight and desire dancing over his face. She sucked on one finger, then two.
“Good girl,” he murmured, but that made her buck her hips harder, her ass hitting the tiles so hard she knew it would leave a bruise. She didn’t want to be good—not tonight. Not now, as the moonlight danced over the waves from their splashing.
She moaned into his mouth, her cries muffled by his deep, hard kiss.
“Julia,” he groaned, and then whatever he was saying was caught in the frenzy of his breathing. She ran her nails along his back and through his hair, spreading her legs wide around him.
“Fuck me, Blake,” she mouthed in his ear, keeping her voice low and just for him, knowing how much her asking for it had driven him insane. “Fuck me harder, Blake. Please.”
See? She was still a good girl—she was polite even when she was begging for it.
His groan caught in his throat and then all of a sudden he was pulling out of her, leaving an emptiness she couldn’t bear. But it was only to step out of his swim shorts, which by now had slid down his thighs and were getting in the way. He stood before her in the moonlight, cock standing straight up. Instinctively she lifted her hips to him, inviting him back in.
“Don’t worry, darling, you’ll get what you want,” he said, watching her squirm before him in anticipation.
“I want you inside me.”
“Right where I want to be.”
Without hesitating he reached for her thighs, holding her legs up and spreading them wide. She had to hold on tight to the edge of the step to keep herself stable while he drove into her. The water flowed up over her legs in little waves.
“You’re going to make me come like this,” he growled, his hands on her hips to give him more leverage.
How could those words turn her on so much? But hearing him say it made her feel it like it was already happening, his heat streaming inside her as he completely let go. “I want you to,” she gasped, gripping the edge of the step. She didn’t just want to imagine the look that would cross his face when he released into her. She wanted to gaze up into his eyes and see the pleasure and total abandon and know it was because of her.
With one hand she balanced herself while he held her legs up and used her free hand to rub her clit as he moved inside her. Every touch was electric with pleasure. The pressure from his cock and her hand made Julia squeeze her legs around his waist as he gripped her tighter, his eyes fixated on her hand moving between her legs, the water rising up along her ass, her neck arched back in ecstasy.
“Touch yourself. Make yourself come,” Blake panted as he thrust harder.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, too swept up in the heat of the moment to be appalled by her command or by how forcibly she had—literally—taken her pleasure into her own hands.
“Not a chance,” he said, and bucked even harder against her.
The orgasm tore through her, from her clit all the way up inside. She cried out, whimpering, trying to stay quiet but unable to hold it in, her legs tightening as she told him over and over again that she was coming for him. He gripped her thighs as she clenched and released in waves around his cock. And as she kept running her finger over her clit, drawing out the pleasure, he let go completely and released himself into her.
Head thrown back, lips parted, the muscles in his arms and chest defined in the moonlight as he held her legs up—she had never seen anything as beautiful as Blake’s face when he came.
When his thrusts began to slow she eased up on her clit, the two of them moving languidly together, breathing hard, making it last as long as possible before their senses returned and they were two strangers again, whose paths happened to cross in the night.
He slid out of her but didn’t let go. Her arms and legs trembled from the force of her orgasm, but he held her up now so that she didn’t have to. Then he took the condom off and stepped out of the pool to throw it in the trash can in the garden. He jumped back in with a splash, and they swam to meet each other, feeling the cool water on their heated bodies as they dunked under and came up for air.
Julia didn’t have much left in her after what they’d just done, but when he embraced her bobbing in the water, she kissed him with everything she did have to give. His arms around her were strong as he kissed her back.
They stayed like that for a long time in the water, silent together. Eventually they found their stray bathing suits floating down in the deep end and slid them back on. Blake swam over to where she was tying up her top and knotted the strings around her neck.
“Happy birthday,” he whispered, kissing her cheek.
Julia laughed. “Maybe thirty’s not so bad.”
What did one do after an explosion like that, when they were never going to see each other again? He was smiling this sweet, sloppy, satisfied grin she’d yet to see plastered on his face, so she figured it was okay for her to wrap her arms around him again. It would all be over so soon. She wanted to savor the feel of him before she let go.
He nuzzled into her neck, grazing his lips against her skin. She kissed him, slow and soft and deep. “You don’t regret doing this, do you?” he asked, pulling away to peer at her as though trying to read the expression on her face.
“I’ll tell you when the feeling returns to my legs.”
“Just checking,” he said, kissing her again, but she assured him he didn’t need to.
Regrets? There was no way. She’d never done anything like this and that was totally the point. It felt amazing not being Julia Evans for a night. She couldn’t believe she’d tried to run away from this. What would have happened if Blake hadn’t been in the pool when she walked out and she’d never gotten to experience the feel of him moving with her?
For all she knew, Blake did things like this all the time. But it was different for her. It was something she would remember for the rest of her life.
In the doorway to the lobby, he pressed her up against the wall where he had been standing when she first laid eyes on him. Just like she had imagined.
His tongue searched hers insistently, claiming her one last time.
She could still feel the heat where he had taken her in the pool. There was no doubt about whom she belonged to for those final hours of the night.
“I guess this is goodnight,” she whispered reluctantly, carrying her sandals so as not to make noise when she crept back into her room, everyone else long asleep. “I hope you’re able to catch a few hours of sleep.” Before your bus, she wanted to add, but didn’t.
“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured, holding her chin to lift her lips to his once again. “Something tells me I’m not going to have any more trouble sleeping tonight.”
“I’ll see you,” she said softly, knowing that she wouldn’t. He was leaving for Buenos Aires in the morning, and if the thought sent a pang shooting straight through her heart, she just had to remind herself that the fleetingness of their encounter was the reason it had happened at all.
“I’ll see you,” he promised, and as she slipped down the darkened hallway, she appreciated the lie.
Chapter Five
Tuesday
Blake had every intention of getting up early and going to the bus station. He was packed. He’d paid for his stay at the hostel. He should have been ready to go.
But when then sun came up and spread its warm fingers over the garden, he lingered in bed a little longer as Jamie and the other guys in the room got ready for the day.
He told himself he was just tired from the late night before. But thinking about why he’d been up so late made him think about Julia and the miracle of her soft, lithe body writhing against his, and he had to roll over before anyone in the communal room saw the tent pitched halfway down his sheets.
It would be shitty to sneak out without at least saying good-bye. And there were more busses during the day. He might as well start the day off with breakfast. It wouldn’t hurt to see her one last time.
When the room cleared, he rolled out of bed and pulled on a gray T-shirt and a pair of navy cargo shorts. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to tame his curls, and slid his feet into his comfortable leather sandals. He didn’t bother shaving, but that was to save time while he grabbed a quick breakfast before the bus—not because he was eager to see if Julia was awake. Or because he happened to know that a bit of light stubble around his jawline had never hurt him when it came to women.
It was a brilliant day, the kind of clear blue promise he had come to associate with southern Brazil. Outside he scanned the tables by the pool, glad to see Chris and Jamie weren’t out yet. He only wanted to talk to one person there.
She was sitting on the far end of the patio at a table by herself, and she hadn’t seen him yet. On her table was a bowl of granola with yogurt and fruit and a steaming mug of coffee. Her long hair rustled in the breeze as she looked down, intent on a book. She certainly didn’t look like someone who’d been up half the night. He figured she was used to being an early riser, even during her holiday.
Blake took advantage of Julia’s oblivion to watch her. She was even more beautiful in the morning light, wearing a pale blue sundress that showed off her long arms and legs. To anyone else she might be another pretty face, but he knew what was so ravishing about her—and it wasn’t only that gorgeous just-fucked glow radiating off her skin. She looked absorbed by what she was doing, attentive and fully alive. He remembered how she had been so present with him and he wanted her again, right then and there.
But he had to calm himself. They no longer had the whole garden to themselves.
Chris and Jamie came out, carrying mugs of coffee and a basket of toast with jam. He felt a flash of possessiveness rise in him as Lukas ambled out after them. The one unattached guy at the hostel who wasn’t taking off that morning had better not get any ideas about talking to the woman sitting by herself.
Thankfully Lukas made a beeline over to Chris. But before the rest of the group could move to join Julia or invite her to a larger table, Blake strode over to the empty seat across from her. She was turning the page and reaching for the mug of coffee when she caught sight of him coming her way. She looked startled, then quickly smothered her surprise with an unreadable face he already felt like he knew. She’d said she didn’t regret what they’d done together, but did she still feel that way in the morning?
Then she smiled and he had a sudden panic that sticking around to see her again had been a mistake. He should have cut loose while he could. She’d been holding back in the cab, but now she might think there were feelings involved or expect something from him today. He couldn’t stand the thought of dealing with her disappointment.
But instead he saw her eyes flick over from him to the pool. He couldn’t help it—he was looking that way, too. When he looked at her again, she blushed a bright crimson that made him recall the feel of her lips upon his. She cast her eyes down in a gesture reminiscent of her stance by the front desk when he’d first caught her staring, and once again her sudden nervousness awakened an appetite in him. He was afraid things were going to be awkward, but that inviting look at the pool was anything but. He had to admit it—her bashful teasing got under his skin. That mix of innocence and naughtiness made him want to find out just how far she’d go.
“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” he asked with a wink, resting his hand on the back of the chair. In her eyes he could see a lightness dancing, a quick happiness that he hoped had something to do with him—before he reminded himself that it didn’t matter because after breakfast he’d be gone.
She slid a bookmark into her book and closed the cover, motioning for him to sit down. “I didn’t expect to see you this morning,” she said as he took a seat.
There she was—blunt and practical even with that coy, teasing look in her eye. Blake tried to shrug like it was nothing. “Can’t start the day on an empty stomach.”
She flashed him a lopsided grin but was kind enough not to call him out for not catching his early bus. “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
“Care to join me?”
“Sure,” he said, like it wasn’t obvious that was exactly what he wanted. Like she was the one doing him a favor by letting him say hello the next morning, and not the other way around.
Her dark hair was striking against her skin. The dress had thin straps over her shoulders that brought him back to the pool and the string of her bikini—and what he knew was hidden underneath. It took everything in him to sit there with his hands to himself when he wanted nothing more than to graze his lips across her bare shoulders and whisper her name in her ear.
He ordered scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh pineapple juice, plus more coffee for both of them. When André left to put in the order, Blake leaned in close.
“Still no regrets?” he asked, keeping his voice low so no one could hear and glancing over at the pool so she’d know he was still thinking about their night, too.
The heat in her face mirrored his own. “It would be hard to regret a night like that.”
“That’s just what I was thinking.”
André came over with a fresh pot of coffee and the juice. Blake leaned back again, casually. As though they hadn’t spent half the night fucking mere steps from where everyone now lounged around eating toast and gossiping. Julia suppressed a giggle as André filled their mugs, and Blake had to try to keep from laughing, too.
“I guess we should try to compose ourselves,” he teased when André left. But even when Julia tried—and failed—to stop smiling, her eyes gave everything away.
“Wouldn’t want to get in trouble with the management,” she said.
Blake threw up his hands. “Well if they’d only let us into each other’s rooms—”
“We wouldn’t have to go defiling public property,” she finished his thought.
“So really, it’s everyone else’s fault.”
“Then I’ll be sure to thank them all personally.” Julia raised an eyebrow at him as she ate a spoonful of granola.
“Don’t get too close,” Blake said. “I’m not willing to share.”
“Oh, so it’s like that now?”
“Maybe,” Blake squirmed, not wanting to be called out as the jealous one when he’d started off so clear on where things stood.
“I see how it is,” Julia said, but her eyes were light, and he knew she was joking.
“Why on earth don’t you have any juice this morning?” Blake asked suddenly, changing the subject before he had to dig himself out of that hole.
Julia made a face. “I’m not really a juice person. Just coffee, black.”
“Trust me, you’ve got to try this.” He passed the tall glass of pineapple juice across the table.
“Really, no thanks.”
“This is not your mom’s Tropicana. One sip, you’ll be in heaven.”
“I think I’ve already been there,” she smirked, but she reached for the glass. Her eyes widened as the liquid passed up the straw and hit her tongue.
“See?” Blake said, satisfied that he’d been right.
“That. Is. Amazing,” she said as she passed the glass back.
“Would I steer you wrong?”
She shook her head.
“Here, we can share.” He set the glass in the middle of the table. “I credit myself with exposing you to yet another fabulous aspect of this country.”
“What, amazing fruit and Australian men?”
He held up a finger in warning. “Man. Just one.” The thought of her going to bed with anyone else while she was in Brazil sent a stabbing pain through his guts. He didn’t know anything about her life in Chicago, but he knew that he wanted to be the best thing she remembered from her trip.
She laughed and reached for another sip. “Okay, amazing fruit and an amazing man. Better?”
“Yeah, as long as we’re talking about me.”
“I don’t know yet. I’ll have to wait until the week’s up and I see what the competition is like.”
He grabbed her wrist as she put the glass down, then softly traced the pad of his thumb along the tender skin of her forearm. “No competition,” he whispered.
“Trust me.” She shifted forward. “I don’t beg like that for just anyone.”
When André arrived with Blake’s breakfast, their arms were locked together over the table. They pulled back suddenly, Julia obviously flushed to have been caught touching, Blake equally surprised to find himself acting so intimately so fast.
To scale it back, he asked what she’d been reading as he added salt and pepper to his eggs.
“That?” She looked toward the paperback she’d set on the ground. “Oh, it’s nothing. About curriculum development and a new program for teaching algebra.”
“A little light beach reading?” He thought of himself as a voracious reader, but taking a break from writing had also turned into a break from books, movies, television…a break from pretty much all of his life. Except maybe for women and sunshine. Those he seemed to have in more doses than he ever could have imagined.
“It’s nice to have some time to read. Normally I’m so busy I only get to a few pages each night before I fall asleep.”
“Yeah, I can see why that would conk you out.”
“It’s an interesting book!” She put her hand on the cover protectively.
“I’m not saying it isn’t.”
“Tell me about you. What do you do?” she suddenly asked.
Shit. That question. See? he told himself. This is why you should have gotten up and left this morning like you planned. No more contact, no more questions.
No more seeing Julia brush the hair out of her eyes as she crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table. No sharing drinks with her, transfixed by her lips on the straw, imagining he could taste her through the sweetness of the juice. No opportunity to picture her lying in bed at home with a book in her lap and then turning out the light…
He shook the image from his mind. Falling asleep together, waking up together—those were things he didn’t do. Not since Kelley, and never again. At least not for a damn long time.
“A little of this, a little of that.” He grinned absently.
Julia crossed her arms. “That’s no answer.”
“I’m in television.”
“Acting? Production?” she prodded.
“I’m a writer,” he said reluctantly, hoping that would be an end to the questions.
But of course it wasn’t.
“Anything I would know?” she asked.
“Not unless you’re up on your Australian networks.”
“Unfortunately I’m a little behind.”
He shook his head. Not unfortunately—it was good for him that she had no idea. “I work on a show. Nothing major.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “You get this funny frown when you’re lying.”
Blake roared with laughter, so loud he could see Chris and Jamie turn and look at him, no doubt wondering what was going on since—as far as they knew—he and Julia had gone their separate ways last night without speaking. “I’m not lying!” he protested.
“See? Frowning. Lying again.”
He composed his face, trying to force his mouth into a smile. “Totally. Not. Lying.”
“Lying like when you said you were taking the bus this morning,” she teased. “So from your non-answer, should I assume that you’re ridiculously famous, or that you work on something so embarrassing you’d die if I knew?”
Blake shook his head, his mind racing to come up with an answer. She was sharp and witty, and he couldn’t keep up. Suddenly her eyes widened.
“Shit, that’s why—” She realized they were being loud enough to draw the attention of the other tables and dropped her voice to a whisper, leaning forward over their half-eaten plates. “That’s why you were so amazing last night.”
“Because I’m a writer?” Blake was glad to be called amazing, but he wasn’t sure where she was going with this.
“You’re in porn.”
Blake nearly choked on his eggs.
“C’mon it’s okay, you can admit it. We hardly know each other. I promise not to give you a hard time.”
“I’m not—” he took a long sip of juice to clear his windpipe. “In porn.” He swallowed and tried again. “I’m not in porn.”
Julia raised an eyebrow skeptically. “Hot Australian TV ‘writer,’” she put the word in air quotes, “is total dynamite and won’t tell me what he writes?”
Did she just call him hot and dynamite? Blake couldn’t keep from grinning.
“As much as I would love for you to go around thinking I’m some stud writer, I actually write and produce a historical drama series called The Everlastings. You can, I don’t know, Google it or whatever. Except don’t,” he added quickly. “It’s kind of boring.”
“There. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“Why do you believe me now?”
“No frowns, no lies.” She sat back in her chair with a smug little smile.
“On the other hand, maybe I should be a porn writer,” he mused, leaning in close.
“Why’s that?”
“Just think of the material I could test out on you.”
There, he had it again. That blush. He grinned, satisfied. He was back in charge, even if he knew he wouldn’t hold onto the reins for long—at least not while he stuck around to see what she’d surprise him with next.
He didn’t have to wait long.
“So, Blake, are you coming?” Chris strode over to their table, fanning herself with a wide-brimmed sun hat. “Catching the first bus out—isn’t that what you said?”
“I slept in—no real plans, you know how it is.” Blake mentally begged her to keep his cover, but Chris had a big mouth and no reason to protect him.
“You, with no plans? You’re the most scheduled Aussie I’ve ever met!” She turned toward Julia. “I mean, have you ever seen anyone like him? He’s got all the timetables and the map planned out like if he quits moving for a single day the world will stop turning or something.”
Julia laughed uncomfortably. “Um, I didn’t know,” she said, and Blake felt a funny pang at realizing how much more Chris knew about him, even though he and Julia had shared something so intimate. He willed Chris to put the pieces together. And then go away.
“Having a good time so far?” Chris asked, still fanning herself, and Blake realized from her smirk that she’d definitely heard Julia sneak out last night.
“It’s been nice,” Julia said slowly. Blake tried not to snort into his pineapple juice. “Nice” was putting it mildly.
“Well, if you’re sticking around, a bunch of us are heading over to the Argentine side of the falls. Blake’s already been, but they’re beautiful, and we thought if we got a car together it’d be plenty cheap and easier than figuring out the bus.”
“That’d be great,” Julia said, not even looking at Blake to see what his plans were. He had no idea what to think. Did she want him to be on his way?
“You’re invited, too, Blake,” Chris said. “But I figured you wouldn’t be coming?”
Blake shrugged slowly, trying to appear casual without answering the implied question she was asking. “Well, I don’t really—”
“Yeah, I thought you had plans.” Blake looked up to meet Julia’s eyes and saw that she was laughing, teasing him now that he was irrefutably caught changing his schedule to spend time with her. It wasn’t the laugh of someone looking to be rid of him, though.
He threw up his palms. “What can I say? I’m on vacation. Plans change.” Chris tousled his hair like he was her little brother—despite the fact that he was twice her size—and went to collect everyone who’d be going with them. He and Julia quickly finished their breakfast together, trying to stop looking at each other the whole time. It was hard to get ready to go when they kept grinning like that.
“Last night,” he whispered in her ear before she could slide into her room to pick up her things for the day trip.
“Yes?” Julia asked, spinning around at his sudden touch. He’d been trying to be good at breakfast—just friend stuff, no touching, even if the flirting drove him mad—but he couldn’t help brushing the small of her back with his palm. The dress was cut low and then tied at the top, exposing all that skin.
“When I said I would see you later.” He looked in her eyes. “Was I lying?”
Julia pressed her lips together, then smiled. She rested a hand on his chest and he felt his blood leap at her touch. She shook her head.
“There was no frown.”
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m here.”
He brushed her lips with his before leaving to get his wallet, passport, water bottle, and camera. They met back outside with the rest of the crew. Blake took a step closer to Julia when he saw her waving to Lukas. God, what was wrong with him? Changing his plans, postponing Argentina, revisiting a part of the waterfalls he’d already seen, staking out his territory against the other young and single male—he had to remember this was just another one-night stand.
Or maybe two nights. Tops.
This time they called a van to fit everyone. Blake squeezed into the back after Julia. As the driver took off, she idly rested her hand across his knee while she looked out the window, taking in her first sights of the town by day.
The border was porous here, and it was an easy crossing, tourists constantly coming and going to see the waterfalls that stretched from either side. Waiting in line to cross through, they pulled out their passports. Blake grabbed Julia’s before she could protest.
“Julia Allyson Evans,” he read. “Nice.”
She snorted. “Checking out my address?”
“Nah, Chicago streets mean nothing to me. Here we go.” He evaluated her picture. Her hair was pulled back, like maybe she’d come from the gym. She wasn’t smiling.
“I like your hair better down,” he declared, brushing the long strands over her bare shoulder.
“Noted,” she said. “Although to be fair, post-yoga isn’t exactly my finest.”
“Nope, still beautiful,” he whispered in her ear, sure no one could hear him over the hum of the motor and the samba-reggae the driver was blasting.
“But the hair is up,” she protested.
“I didn’t say it wasn’t beautiful,” he clarified. “Just that I like it down best. It’s like having to choose your favorite ice cream flavor. They’re all good. In fact, if you could have them all on one giant cone all at once, you would.” She laughed. “But if you have to pick, then you choose something chocolatey with lots of chunky bits of everything in it. And Julia with her hair down.”