1 Guy 2 Spoon Novels & Stories

After the deep, soulful intimacy of spooning on the dimly lit long sofa in the study, with Tina's climaxes like calm waves exploding in Gito's embrace, the two remained tightly entwined, their breath mingling in the silence of the room filled with the sweet scent of sweat and slippery massage oil.

That in turn spiked his hunger even more. "That it is, in its proper form," Tony said with a sly grin. 'Bastard,' Dillon thought with a fond smirk as the waiter came back to refill their coffee and take their orders. Some would say that they ordered far too much for two people, but it likely wouldn't be enough. At least not enough to fill two young men for more than a few hours.

Grandma Granger called out to Guy. Guy was waiting at the far end. When he heard that, he walked over and sat beside Charmine. The porridge was made of red oatmeal, and it symbolized the prosperity of the marriage. There was only one spoon prepared, too… Grandma Granger handed the bowl to them personally and smiled. “Have a taste, it’s good. We can get going once you finish this.” When Charmine saw the bowl, she frowned and grew rather anxious. There was only one spoon in the bowl. Was she supposed to share this with Guy and feed it to one another?

"I like your Espresso. That's good." "I've still got the receipt you left last time." Mr. Jackson beamed. I felt my face go warm and then smiled to Mr. Jackson. "We'd like two milkshakes." Noah said. "What do couples usually order?" Mr. Jackson blinked. Then looked at me. I looked at the ceiling. "Couples," Mr. Jackson said carefully, "usually get one glass. Two straws. Share it." "One glass," Noah repeated. "Yes." "That's inefficient."

A short, clipped vocalization aimed at me with the unmistakable tone of a demand. Then she holds out the spoon. Not drops it. Not throws it. Holds it out. Arm extended, spoon wobbling in her grip, aimed in my direction. Her expression is dead serious. The face of a tiny negotiator presenting terms. I take it. Her fingers release. Mine close. The spoon is warm from her grip, lightweight, carved from pale wood with visible tool marks. Silas made this. I can tell from the slight unevenness of the handle, the practical shape, the absence of decoration. Form without performance.

The hand holding the spoon of food freezed in the air as she observed him. Seconds passed and he stood there at the door watching her as she assessed him curiously. Still looking at him, she finally dipped the spoon of food into her mouth. She cocked her head, the spoon still in her mouth. Her brow scrunched up as she kept staring at him with the spoon still in her mouth. "Wouldn't she chew the food in the spoon?" Mr Jones wondered as his gaze riveted to the spoon she still held in her mouth. He finally closed the door and walked in.

"Alex must get along very well with Fany, don't you think my husband?" "Fany has to go to college first," said Uncle. "It's not time to get married yet." It wasn't long before dinner came. Steaks, soups and lots of cutlery. There are four spoons, two knives and four forks. What are all these cutlery for? Fany took the outermost fork, as well as the knife. I followed picking up the same thing in front of me. "Sorry," I whispered. "For what? Want me to help slice the meat?" asked Fany.

I took back my drink and slid it to Ryan. I laid a 50 on the table."Why do you keep asking questions, huh?" I asked him. He took a sip of his beer and reverted back to me. "The owner is a friend of mine." I was getting tired of this small talk. "I don't own smaller bills, so keep the change." I grabbed my jacket and my purse ready to make my exit. "I didn't get your name." The random man had said. "I didn't give you it, but we all know you're not going to remember it in the morning so let's cut the chit chat. Grab your car, my place, no talking." I responded before I left. I think he was more surprised than anything. "I didn't even have to try so hard," Aiden responded to Ryan. "No man, you

"I'll stop keeping you from eating. I'll let you know what happens in the end." They hung up. Valerie took the straw out and drank the juice straight out of the glass. After that, she stabbed her spoon into her husband's plate of food. "I want to eat your macaroni, darling." "It's full of pepper." Valerie bleated, "Just one spoonful. It's just to satisfy my cravings." Kieran handed her the plate. Valerie took one large spoonful, opened her mouth wide, and chomped down on it. Half an hour later, the three people walked out of Bennett's office. None of them said a word.

Audrey: I sat, tapping away on my phone. I was lying horizontally on my armchair, with my legs crossed on one arm and my head resting on the other arm. I placed a pillow on my tummy, resting my arms on it. I had my earphones plunged into my ear, blasting Stitches by Shawn Mendes. I loved that song; actually, I loved everything Shawn Mendes, ranging from his cute looks to his soul-searching voice.