The Mafia's Boy Toy
Sh emutters, and I hum, then reach for something else.
…Honey.
I drizzle it lightly over another slice of bread, and Vanessa watches me with mortified eyes.
“Now,” I say, holding the honey bread up slightly,
“This… is not how people usually eat bread,” I admit, and her nose wrinkles immediately.
“Bread and honey?” She asks in alarm, and I raise a brow.
“You don’t think it works?”
“It’s… weird,” she admits, and I smile.
“Is it wrong?” I push, and she hesitates.
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