Big Spoon Cuddling Novels & Stories

Move toward the pot and see what they do next. I stared meticulously at them and started walking toward their large pot. They stirred clearly as I made it to the pot, ensuring my senses were alert. They walked toward me as I got to the pot and pointed at it. They smiled and nodded. I looked inside the pot and almost threw up. Whatever broth in the pot was so grody, and its smell could make me miscarry. However, I did not let my disgust show on my face. I stopped my breathing and took the large spoon there to stir it. "We have been looking for someone to help us cook," the smallest said.

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.

But now that the food is right in front of him, maybe he does after all. Timothy immediately begins licking his lips when he spots a bowl of potato cheddar soup. He's never tasted anything like it before coming here! It's so creamy. It has little chunks of potatoes, and shredded cheddar sprinkled on top, along with tons of bacon bits, and crispy fried onion pieces. Timothy reached for the bowl and Colton laughed as he placed it in his hands. Timothy slid off his leg, placing his butt between Colton's legs before leaning back against his mate's chest.

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

Barely a second later, he groaned. "Yup. That's the best one," he muttered around a mouthful of coffee-soaked cookies with cream. "You think?" She reached for the spoon and took another bite, letting the flavors melt on her tongue. "Yup. Totally agree. This is amazing!" Stretching out his hand for a turn with the spoon, she shook her head and took another huge bite in front of him. And somehow, that one gesture seemed to trigger the beast. An irritated Luke leapt across the table, knocking the spoon from her hand, and having it clatter to the floor.

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.