The sad thing is, I wasn't surprised when I found out, either. She just seemed.. Well.. That type, as mean as that sounds.
"I know by everything you say and do to me. I need nothing more," Brandon returned the kiss, and tightened his hold around her waist. "I love you, too."
Being her ever cheerful, intimate-moment ruining self, Isabella shouted up the stairs, "Cake's done, Brandon, love."
He rolled his eyes. "Fancy a cookie? Cake? Neither?" he chuckled.