Page 16 of Broken
We spend the next hour trying everything there is to eat. By the time I push the last plate away from me I’m so full it almost hurts to breathe. Max gets up but there is no way I can eat anything else.
That is until he comes back with a huge slice of chocolate cake. It looks delicious. At the same time even thinking of taking another bite makes my stomach roll.
Max scoops a huge spoonful. “I know you’re full, but you have to try their cake.”
Giving in, I open my mouth, and he slowly slips the cake in. I moan as the heavenly taste settles in. My face heats as I realize I just made a sex noise for food. Max starts to laugh as he enjoys my embarrassment. That’s when an idea pops into my head. “Close your eyes,” I whisper to him.
His eyes widen and a fire blazes in them. He complies, shutting his eyes and leaning his head back against the booth. I scoop a bite with the spoon, then grab it between my fingers. Before he can peek I smash the cake onto his face. “That is for smashing popcorn in my hair,” I say in between giggles.
His eyes open slowly and he glares over at me. “Oh, that’s how you want to play it?”
He quickly grabs my face in his hands and wipes his cake covered face all over me. I try to push him off, but it’s no use. When he pulls back a sense of pride graces his face, then it transforms into something else. One hand grabs my neck, slowly pulling me close to him. His mouth moves toward mine, then I feel his tongue lick a piece of cake from the corner of my mouth. A hum of appreciation sounds as he does the same thing on the other side.
“I swear I didn’t think you could taste sweeter than you already do.”
He kisses me, but it doesn’t start out slow like before. There is a hunger behind it. A sense of need and want that overwhelms me. My hands fist his shirt so tight. When he pulls away I can’t help but laugh at his cake filled face.
“I think we need to go clean up,” I say, shaking my head at how the two of us might look.
Agreeing, he stands, and I slide out of the seat.
After washing off the cake and icing we drive back to the motel. I don’t want to go back.
I want to stay in this little bubble we created today.
A bubble where nothing can hurt me.
Past or present.
