Novel & Cerita I Want To Eat You Pancreas

daddy says as he forwards the spoon filled with curd. I sip on the sweet curd, my tastebuds, or maybe my liver would be cussing me at this time, considering how much he was making me eat it. Almost every day. It would be no surprise if I have diabetes. I roll my eyes as he awaits my reaction like those participants in cooking shows. I pretend to grimace to which he took the spoon back wanting to taste himself. His grey eyes turning a little disappointed while his lips tugged down. He mumbles to himself.

Attempting to regain composure, I took deep breaths, inhaling through my nose and exhaling through my mouth, trying to steady my racing heart. But as I drizzled maple syrup over my pancakes, I couldn't help but feel torn between my physical cravings and the gravity of our current situation. Chase's playful actions only added to the dilemma, and I couldn't deny the allure of both his intimate touch and the delicious chocolate-chip pancakes before me. The sight of the syrup cascading over the sweet confection was enough to tempt anyone's senses.

I dug in instantly, piling maple syrup on the pancakes and shoving bites into my mouth like I hadn’t eaten in days. “Wow… I never knew you were so hungry,” Adrian muttered. I froze. Apparently, my brain had gone on vacation, because I totally forgot he was in the car with me. Slowly, I turned to look at him. My mouth was full, and there was a generous smear of maple syrup on my jaw. Okay… not just a little. I looked like a two-year-old trying to eat pancakes. My cheeks flamed. Amusement danced in his eyes. I quickly turned back to the tray, feeling like I might cry from embarrassment. But I was still hungry. I started chewing slowly, the torturous combination of hunger and shame making each

"Chips, chocolate, and sodas? Or do I order a few pizzas?" "Hawaiian please with extra cheese, an order of wings, and a large as hell Coke," I rattled off my order; his eyes widened. "What?" Shaking his head, he grabbed a few bags from his junk-food hiding spot and jumped back on the bed. This time, he sat beside me. "Love that you eat like a normal person and don't pick at lettuce all day." "There's a lot you don't know about me, Parker." I'm not what you think I am.

He takes one bite and then says to me, “Eat.” “And yet you refuse to admit you have a fetish for ordering me to shove food in my mouth.” Dante shakes his head but says nothing. I scan the dishes. Bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, mushroom, cheese, yogurt, five types of cereal, two types of fruit juice, coffee, and Vera’s delicious pancakes. I stab my fork into the pile and pick two. If anything is calming me down, it’s these pancakes. I wonder what she puts in them? After two delicious bites, I turn my gaze to Dante. “You aren’t up to dining with the help this morning, I see.”

Maybe it was the contrast of my ever buzzing mind against the stillness of it all. I had no idea. But for that moment, I allowed myself to enjoy it. I crossed one leg over the other, took a slow sip of my orange-infused tea, and ordered pancakes for myself. I wasn't in the mood to nibble on pastries and pretend to be dainty. Puh-lease. No, I was starving. The sex I had with Luca... ugh... two fucking weeks ago still haunted my body in all the wrong places. I needed carbs. And maybe new men.

“Now you have three.” I stared at the plate. So did Poppy, but then her little face lit up. “Now it has personality.” Sebastian went back to cooking. “Thank God.” I lifted my mug and took a sip. It was perfect. I wanted one thing this morning I could hate without complications, and even the damn coffee had decided to take his side. Poppy started pouring maple syrup. I moved the bottle after three seconds. “Enough.” “I’m not done.” “Your pancreas is.”

“I just can’t see the point of me being here if I can’t do anything in return.” Besides that, it wasn’t a crime to show him that I could be everything he needed. Still, I didn’t want him to feel as if I was taking advantage of him or his money. “That’s funny. That’s exactly what I was thinking.” Panther walked in. I automatically rolled my eyes at his unwanted comment as he walked to the counter. “Looks good Elena, I’m starving!” He praised the food. “Yes, you can take care of your own plate.” “Of course, because I’m not Marvin.” Panther teased.

Bella exclaimed again. Seeing Bella's perfectly round eyes, Sam smiled and then nodded slowly. There's no harm in taking a short break. "And I'm very hungry now. Can you take me to eat something delicious and expensive?" Bella looked into Sam's eyes, then winked mischievously. *** Really, Bella really wanted to curse her stomach, which still felt hungry after finishing two pieces of pancakes. She is a genuine Indonesian who cannot feel full without eating rice. She was embarrassed to see Sam, who looked quite full from just a few pieces of pancakes.

Analia Rayne || "These pancakes are so good." "Yeah, what the hell is in them?" "Crack." They all stop what they're doing, freezing. "I'm just kidding," I roll my eyes before flipping the pancake on the electrical pan. Gio doesn't move still frozen in the air. "Gio you can move. I was joking." "Can never be too sure, but I wouldn't mind trying crack like this. Cause if this is how it tastes then I would do it daily," he takes a bite of the pancake on the fork, finally moving.