Page 87 of They Are Mine

Bendy.

Nice.

“I like sweets,” I say, watching her dig through the bag.

She bites her lip, pretending to think. “Okay, I have options,” she says, lifting a delicate hand to count them off. “Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry… or red velvet.”

She bites her lip.

Like this is some big decision.

Like she’s not already got me hanging on her next words.

I pretend to consider, rolling my shoulders back, letting my gaze drag over her just a little longer than necessary.

“Red velvet,” I say. “Or chocolate.”

Her lips curl. “Oh, my favorites.”

Of course they are.

She pulls out a red velvet first, peels the wrapper with careful little fingers. Hands it to me.

I should just take it. I should eat it. I should not be looking at her mouth while she waits for me to bite into it, like she’s about to taste it through me.

But I do.

And I swear to God, she sighs.

Like this is intimate.

Like this is foreplay.

The cupcake is good. Fucking great, actually. But the way she watches me eat it?

It’s ruinous.

Then, before I even finish, she pulls out a chocolate one, except this time, she doesn’t hand it to me.

She peels the wrapper and holds it up.

Waits.

I should stop this. I should.

I don’t.

I let her feed me.

And when my lips brush her fingers, just barely, her eyes go wide.

Jesus.

Then she licks the frosting off her thumb.

And I am done for.

My entire fucking body reacts. Like she just reached into my chest and yanked something loose.

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