Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

Some hours later, I’m feeling a little better. I had a long soak in the tub until my fingers wrinkled, letting the water take some of the edge off me. Brandon ordered me some sweet corn chicken soup and spring rolls. Warm comfort food and a full belly helped. Even so, my mind is still in turmoil.

“How did you bypass my personal security?” “I am performing an emergency intervention, obviously!” He moved with surprising speed, a whirl of white tracksuit. He shoved a steaming, beautiful, porcelain bowl directly under my nose. The aroma was intoxicating. “I managed to convince your security team—the ones who look like they’ve never smiled or had a good meal—that I was your best friend and that you would fire them all if they didn't welcome me with the respect due to a family member! Now, drink this! It’s Bone Broth Reduction, slow-simmered for forty-eight hours with Himalayan salt crystals and a hint of white truffle! It’s an absolute tragedy that you are surviving on instant coffee!”

Which was with her… only her. I grabbed two spoons and met Jenna at the kitchen counter, who was already pulling out two small bowls from the plastic bag and popping off the lids, handing me over one while she took one spoon from me. But I couldn’t help myself, scooping a mouth full of the creamy desert and holding it in front of her lips. She smiled at me, before opening her mouth and swallowing what I had to offer her. Shit, I never could have thought watching my mate eat dessert would be such a turn-on… yup…

“Until we know if ‘just us’ includes a CEO title.” *1:18 PM. [SFX: PHONE. THEN SUSAN. THEN LAUGHING.]* Kitchen. Lunch. Isla in high chair. Spaghetti. Everywhere. 1 year, 3 weeks, 8 days. Learned to use a spoon. Badly. Ivy on the floor. With Bear. Sharing her spaghetti. Bear licked it. Ivy giggled. Bear sneezed. Ivy giggled harder. Phone. Me. Susan. FaceTime. “Look at you,” Susan said. Screen. Her apartment. Stitches out. Black eye yellow. Smiling. “Domestic. Disgusting. I love it.”

(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 .

There are cupcakes, donuts, scones, and cookies, all decorated and dusted with powdered sugar and colorful toppings. “Will, come on out, your bestest buddy is here to see you!” Akio yells. Silence follows his words. There’s not even the sound of the shower running. “I hope he’s not sleeping in there.” Akio mutters to himself, his eyebrows creasing with real worry for a split second before he shakes his head, dispelling it. “Anyways, how does it feel to cheat death, Bossy Bells?” “She didn’t cheat death.” Evin counters. “The excess silver in the water temporarily shut down her immune system.”

The broth in the copper pot bubbled and simmered. Through the rising steam were three smiling faces. The rich scent of fondue swirled through the room, wrapped in laughter. Leon used a pair of serving tongs to lift the cooked slices of meat, placing one onto Angela’s plate and another onto Sunny’s. Angela raised her glass, gently clinking it with Leon’s and Sunny’s. It felt wonderful, like she was finally alive again. Outside Crestwood Heights, the wind cut cold and the rain poured down. Dolly refused to let Donald dress her, even knocking the umbrella from his hand.

We all watch the different feelings across his face before he says, “yeah, that’s actually pretty good! The noodles take some getting used to, but I see how that works well together” She shrugs as she pulls her plate back, while I’m just shaking my head. He’s a great liar, that shit is gross! Meme, however, is cracking up still as she slurps down spaghetti noodles from her plate. After dinner is cleared away, Amory whips out the cupcakes she baked earlier. Stephany is fed two before she’s sent off to bed. When Amory comes back from tucking Stephany in, she serves the remaining cupcakes to Meme, Spencer, and me.

The clatter of stainless steel spoons against ceramic plates felt louder than usual, each ring echoing like a gavel in the small dining room. Tobi focused on the steam rising from the mountain of efo riro (soup) on his plate, trying to disappear into the earthy scent of locust beans and spinach. But the anonymity he had worn like a second skin for years had been stripped away by his own hands.