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Akiko arrived home before Kenji, and she had enough time to cook dinner. Besides the fried shrimp, Akiko also prepared another of Kenji's favorites, shabushabu—a hot pot dish with a konbu (seaweed) broth and various seasonings, perfect for cold days, and today was very cold. Akiko still remembered Kenji's favorite foods, which she had intentionally prepared. Akiko neatly arranged the thin slices of meat on a large plate, along with the vegetables and noodles. Then she took a small stove and brought it to the living room, setting everything on the kotatsu. The best way to enjoy shabushabu is under the warm blankets of a kotatsu—a table with a blanket and heater attached.

I thought for a while, “Pussy foot!” Nico’s eyes popped out. “Please stop messing with me and tell me some real mocktail name.” “Oh, that is a real mocktail. Do you want the recipe?” He winced. ”Ok then, something less obscene. Please...” “Okk so… we had... Bahama Mama Mocktail” He facepalmed himself but agreed. “Is he your boyfriend or something?” He whispered when Jacob went out of the waiting room. “What? Nooo,” I smacked his arm, “Why would I meet you that night, if I had a boyfriend, Nico! I don’t have that low of a standard.”

He kneads the flesh with a quiet possessiveness, his thumb rolling over the already hardened tip until I cry out into his mouth. The dessert, thick hot chocolate, is exquisite torture. He smears it on my lips with his fingertip, then cleans them with his mouth, long, sweet, deep kisses that drive me mad. He spreads a little on the tip of my breast, and this time, he doesn't just lick. He takes the whole breast into his mouth, warm and wet, and cleans it with exasperating slowness, suck after suck, until I writhe on his lap, murmuring incoherent pleas.