Page 154 of My French Love Affair

"Decisive," I murmur as the waiter walks away.

Frederic smirks. "It’s one of my many talents."

We don’t have to wait too long before the dessert arrives, all golden and caramelised, the sugar cracked perfectly on top.

But when the waiter places it down in front of us, there’s only one spoon.

Frederic eyes it, then lifts a brow.

"Posh restaurants," I mutter, shaking my head with amusement. "Always trying to force people into uncomfortable levels of intimacy."

Fredericlaughs, the deep sound rolling through his chest. "You say that like you’re suffering."

He picks up the spoon, scooping a perfect bite from the dish, and before I can reach for it, he holds it out toward me.

I hesitate.

This kind of thing - being fed a bite of dessert by a man across the table - should besocringeworthy, the kind of thing I’d usually find unbearably cheesy.

And yet…

I haven’t stopped smiling all evening.

I haven’t stopped enjoying myself.

With Frederic, it’sdifferent.

So, before I can second-guess myself, I lean forwards and part my lips, letting him feed me the bite of dessert.

The instant it touches my tongue, Imoan.

"Oh mygod," I murmur, closing my eyes briefly as the rich, creamy texture melts in my mouth.

When I open my eyes again, Frederic is watching me.

Andfuck.

His gaze isdark, his blue eyes locked onto my mouth like he wants to devour me right here, right now.

The air thickens between us, and a slow smirk tugs at his lips.

"Good?" he asks.

“Mmhm,” I nod as I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. “You should try it."

His eyes stay on me as he brings the spoon to his own lips, taking a bite, and I watch as his expression shifts into something indulgent.

"Delicious," he admits, before scooping another portion and holding it out to me again.

This time, I don’t hesitate.

But as I lean forward, Idon’tdrop my gaze.

I keep my eyes on his as I move forwards, parting my lips just so.

Frederic doesn’t so much as blink. In fact, if I didn’t know anybetter, I’d say he didn’tbreathe.

I take the bite, letting my lips brush against the spoon ever so slightly before I pull away.

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