Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

And when Amber turned to him and Amber frowned. "Why are you smiling?" she asked, confused. Stephen's eyes widened slightly and then shook his head. "Nothing. Let's go? Where do you want to eat here?” he asked, he held Amber's hand so Amber looked at their two hands holding each other for a moment. Amber gulped, biting her lip and looking around. Stephen's hand is big, and hers is small so Stephen's hand is covered by his hand. “There!” Amber pointed to the street food stall.

Raymond roared before grabbing the spoon and began to drink the soup. Jennifer smiled when she saw him eating. Sharing dinner with him was an absolute delight, and the evening unfolded splendidly. The two of them had the entire house to themselves, surrounded by a serene ambiance with the soothing sounds of the tides drifting in from the windows. The clinking of cutlery and the gentle rhythm of the waves created a harmonious symphony, almost like music playing in the background.

“I figured it’d be good for a rainy day. Something hearty. Tea and soup. The perfect warmth in a bowl.” I stepped closer, and our shoulders brushed accidentally. I caught my breath, just for a moment, and he didn’t pull away either. It was brief, almost negligible to anyone else, but to me it felt deliberate like a quiet acknowledgment of shared space, shared comfort. “Want to help?” he asked, handing me a wooden spoon to stir the vegetables in the soup.

She returned to the kitchen and continued with what she was doing. The sweet aroma coming from the kitchen took over the whole place. " Would you like some sauced spaghetti?", Barbara came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of sauced spaghetti and grilled chicken. Steve didn't hear her talking, The young Mrs. Gillian walked towards Steve and stood in front of him. "Would you like some spaghetti Mr.? she smiled. " Sure beautiful, I would love to eat the tasty spaghetti", he chuckled. Barbara stretched the food towards him and took it back, she looked at him and made faces towards him. He got up to pursue her, she carefully dropped the food on the table and ran. Steve Gillian chased her around

Silence answers him. Instead, the man in the kimono calmly kneels and picks up a small teapot, along with two cups. His movements are unhurried, as if the world around them isn’t drowning in blood. He pours tea, the soft sound of liquid filling porcelain echoing cruelly in the room. He places one cup in front of the man in blue but it was violently knocked away. The cup shatters against the wall. “You’re being a brat again,” the man in the kimono murmurs, reaching for another cup.

Hindi pwedeng mawala iyon dahil silang dalawa na ang best buddies simula noon hanggang sa lumisan si Lola Carmen. Kung dadalo si Lola Pressy, may puruhan bang magkikita sila ni Martin? Kung mamalasin pa'y baka kasama pa ang Mommy nito. Hindi naman pwedeng pagbawalan niya ang ginang na pumunta sa kanila. Masasabunutan na yata niya ang sarili dahil sa layo ng narating ng mga iniisip. "Gie, ito mas mura kaysa sa ibang spaghetti sauce na nakita natin." Iniabot sa kanya ni Ate Toyang ang pack.

I threw myself on the couch and grabbed the bowl of popcorn Harvey was eating. "It'll be fine," he replied. "I placed it in a jar of rice. They say it works.” "Yeah," I mumbled, too exhausted to laugh or disagree. Instead, I continued munching on the popcorn. I was hungrier than I realised. Harvey sat beside me but flinched as his body touched mine. "You're cold," he stated softly. I didn't respond. He took a blanket off the sofa and placed it over me after dusting it.

Or at least one of them… “Duel!” Aaron shouted at me. I raised an eyebrow. “I want to duel!” He walked up to me and handed me a bowl of soup. “After you eat though.” I chuckled taking the bowl and eating quickly. Mm! So yummy! I can taste so many flavors. I have to learn to cook like this! “I want to duel too, Karen!” Arthur said walking over to us. “Two on one. I think you can totally do it.”

She then quickly shook her head and sputtered out, "Another load?" Still looking at motherslut and pretended to be unaware by her flustered and growing state of arousal, I repeated "Smoothies for dinner. Do you want me to make another load of smoothies?" Nodding her head in comprehension and approval, motherslut finally agreed to my choice of dinner. I smirked once I had turned around, knowing that I was once again getting her hot a bothered, but being able to pretend I was completely innocent and unaware. As I was assembling the ingredients, I decided to just use another giant cup and share it between the two of us, which would provide us with another opportunity to sit together on the couc

Looking past his scary appearance, my mood softened. His large hands cupped the entirely too small of a bowl for his massive hands. It was a stew with meat, potatoes, and carrots. It smelled better than anything I had eaten in the past half a year. "F-for me?" I muttered. His lips tried to smile, but all I got was a crooked line and some wrinkles around his eyes. I wanted to giggle at him; he wanted to make me feel comfortable. He didn't make me feel scared, for now.