1 Guy 2 Spoons Novels & Stories

he smiled I collected the food and water and started to eat, while I was eating, ng I just felt the urge to try lifting the spoon again and behold,ld it worked this time around, and the spoon began to float on air as I was about to call Ethan's attention to it the spoon fell back. "Fucking spoon" I muttered "Did you say something?" Ethan asked "Never mind" I replied "Okay keep eating, when you are done you rest small we can continue tomorrow," he said

The baby wants what he wants. I slide out of bed, pulling Ciro’s oversized t-shirt down over my thighs. My bare feet make no sound on the concrete as I creep into the main room. The kitchen area is dimly lit by the blue glow of the security monitors. Spadino is there. He is sitting on the edge of the table, cleaning a serrated combat knife. He isn't looking at the blade. He is staring at the blank wall, his leg bouncing with that nervous, chaotic energy that never seems to sleep.

(Pointing towards his hand ) It will pain very much (lying ) even holding a spoon . T:- (thinking she took the bowl and spoon and gave to Drake ) Try with other hand . D:- (again in a innocent yet clever manner he took the spoon and acted as if he can't do it ) It's not working . T:- (thinking ) I have an idea maybe I can feed you but only if you're comfortable . D:- (he smirked internally ) Yes a great idea indeed . T:- (taking the spoon filled with soup to his lips after blowing ) Here have it .

Raiden suddenly sat with his phone in his hand, he was scrolling through it as he tried his possibly best to ignore me, I grinned and intentionally dropped the set of spoons in my hand. “Ops!” I muttered, that seemed to had gotten his attention, he looked at me and calmly shook his head, I couldn’t help but stick my tongue out at him, he rolled his eyes and focused his attention back on his phone, I chuckled and sat on the chair, I brought out my phone from my pocket and that immediately caught his attention, he looked very surprise but didn’t dare say a thing, he focused his attention on his phone. “Aren’t you gonna wash the spoons?” I heard him finally ask.

Then, another man gets out behind him. The second man is a few inches shorter but just as muscular, with a black suit and a white button-up shirt. He has black hair and green eyes. Both men stare at me, ignoring the rest of my family, who try to speak to them. What's going on? Why do I want both of them, and why do they both look like they're going to devour me? I step back with uncertainty as they move forward. Their scents mingle and make one tantalizing aroma that makes me ache between my legs. When they're standing in front of me, they speak at the same time. "Mate." I look between them in shock. Uh, I only ordered one mate. I think they snuck an extra toy in this Happy Meal, but wow, wh

Chapter forty-one Eduardo picked up the two spoons and folded his arms before she sat up on the sofa and started looking for the spoon in the server, then Eduardo showed her the two spoons and asked, "Are you looking for this?" "Yea... Can I have one of the spoons?" Cindy asked calmly. "No." Saying that he shook his head and started fetching the ice cream from the plate, he took it to her mouth and said, "Open your mouth, I want to feed you."

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.

"We found a backup phone at Shawn's place. There's a record of a call at 11:30 last night. "It lasted for three minutes. He was talking to you, but you claimed to have no contact with him after leaving the restaurant. What about that, then?" My mind buzzed as fury coursed through my veins.

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.

I kept it back on the tray and said, "Then dig in." I said, then picked the spoon, because he made the noodles in a way that they had liquid on them, which means that you need a spoon for them. I used the spoon and tried to eat them, but as expected, he did not cut the noodles into small pieces. For a person using the spoon, you had to interchange between the fork and the spoon, and there was only one spoon and fork lying on the tray. He picked up the food and started eating. He must be really hungry because he did not notice that I was not eating for the first two minutes.