"I don't think I give a fuck," Asher replied with a shrug. "I doubt anything you had in mind when you put that on was standard or authorized."

Once inside, Asher attention was mostly on his cupcake, but one bit into it sent him searching the room before looking expectantly back at Ray. "No buttermilk?"

He was joking, for the most part. But they hadn't even been in a relationship when Asher had made him cupcakes, and he hadn't skimped on the buttermilk.