1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

How was it fair that he got to wear an expensive, two-million-dollar suit while I had to make do with 100 dollars for some ordinary shirt? The crowd gasped in shock. "Two million dollars? Oh my god, Ms. Fletcher would spend any amount to spoil you!" "I used to think Mr. Crane had a shot with her, but it looks like that's over now." "Just a few days ago, she mentioned that Mr. Crane was incapable, didn't she? I doubt she'd go for him, and my bet's on Ansel; he clearly has the best shot at taking the top spot." I walked up and asked, "Ansel, you're just a driver, aren't you? Who said anything about you attending the conference?"

“Huh? No everything's fine. I just got lost in thoughts.” The actor looks at Dallas for another moment before turning towards the cookie dough again. ”Everything is mixed together so we need the spoons now.” “Spoons?”. “Unless you want to use your hands to put this stuff on the tray.” “Oh right.” Dallas mumbles and takes out the spoons. But somehow portioning the dough is harder than the younger man thought. It just stays on the spoons and when he tries to get it off with his fingers it just sticks to his hands.

She's having too much fun with this. "And lucky him, I knew exactly where to find you!" Quinn beams, her thumb hitched over her shoulder. I glare at her. I want to titty punch her right now. I want someone to record it in one of those slow motion apps so I can rewatch it over and over too. They both stare at me expectantly, and my body temperature begins to warm. "Fine," I groan. "You have five minutes." Walking through the living room I nonchalantly toss a pillow over the tub of ice cream as I walk by. It isn't just any tub of strawberry ice cream. It's one of those giant plastic tubs that no woman should set on her lap and eat with a spoon without supervision.

His hands fell to his side as he shut his eyes and passed out. Matteo pushed him to the ground, with a loud thud, he fell and Matteo stood straight breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down momentarily. He looked at the man in front of him and let out a deep breath before pulling the chair in the room and setting it in the middle of the room ****** Spade was lurking in the shadows of the huge hall, gently sipping from the glass he had taken from one of the servers passing by. They had just made one of those very boring speeches that he hated so much, with fake enthusiasm, fake smiles and obviously unnecessary praises.

Take the rewards and have a good meal. Isn't this mashing two potatoes with one fork.

Was anyone of them normal being? “Of course not.” She tapped on the napkin, “Now here’s your napkin. It goes in your lap.” With a huff, Jane grabbed the cloth napkin, laying it messily in her lap. As it was too long, she folded it around the corner. Bella sighed, “Do not fold.” She readjusted it, sitting down. Her teacher raised her thumb. “Now which one is the soup spoon.” The bartender stared at the three spoons, forgetting which was which. “Uh –this-” She bit her lip, reaching for a small spoon.

he replies with a dramatic flair. "Well, just two more spoons and we’re done," I say, trying to encourage him as I hold the spoon up. "Can I at least get one kiss from you?" he asks, his eyes wide and pleading like a puppy. I can’t help but smile and say, "Two more spoons and then a kiss." "How about two more spoons and then two kisses?" he counters with a cheeky grin. I hesitate for just a second, and he quickly adds, "Come on, I deserve a kiss! Do you know how hard it was being in a coma without being able to kiss you?"

While most eateries used entirely disposable utensils, this was a slightly more eco-friendly version, where only the tips were single-use. Neither Caleb nor Charlotte knew how to use them. Charlotte, in her disdain, slammed the utensils on the table with a loud thud. Caleb, instead, glanced at the spoon next to Penny. Since she had been using a fork due to her injury, her spoon lay unused. He naturally took it and began to use it for himself. Penny’s expression darkened further, her chest heaving with suppressed anger. Lucas, sitting opposite Penny, felt an awkward tension. As Penny’s nominal husband, he was torn between confronting Caleb or letting it slide.

He deserves at least one spoon for all of his hard work and brainpower. I pushed the ice cream bowl towards him while keeping my spoon to myself. His gaze alternated between the bowl and my spoon. His expression said, 'Do you want me to have this with my hands?' "You are in the kitchen right now. Take another spoon" I suggested reading his eyes and intentions. "No!" He snatched the spoon from my hand "I am tired" What? Before I could protest, he took a spoonful which was equal to my three spoons, and had it, while licking the spoon, raping it with his tongue.

"Why don't you just untie me, and we can both eat properly?" He studied me for a moment, then nodded. "You're right." My heart leapt—was he actually going to let me go? Then he stuck the spoon—my spoon—into his own mouth and chewed. "You eat one bite, I eat one bite. That way, it won't get cold." This man. This actual man-child. He looked like he was having the time of his life, taking turns feeding both of us with the same spoon. I clenched my jaw and held the next bite hostage, keeping it in my mouth.