[Gemma]
On the last night I was staying at Carmen and Rock’s house, I made an angel food cake with mixed berries and handmade, not too sweet, whipped cream. Austin told me when we were talking about our favorite foods that he had never really gotten to have a dessert until the pies I brought for Thanksgiving.
I knew that meant he hadn’t had a lot of sweets and I didn’t want to over-sugar him. He loved it and so did Rock. I was pleased at both of their praise. Carmen didn’t look too mad that I was getting compliments from her mate. I was glad. Some women didn’t like it when their mate praised other people.
When we went to bed, though, it was bittersweet. I had to leave in the morning and I couldn’t really come back until next Friday evening because of my heat. Carmen said she was going
