Shut The Hell Up And Eat A Cinnamon Roll Guy Novels & Stories

"Scrambled okay for you?" "Sure," I say, pulling the plate of cinnamon rolls closer. My stomach growls again, loud enough that the neighbors could probably hear. I can't believe how hungry I am. Though considering that I'm eating for two and I threw up what little I ate yesterday, I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Thank God I'm not feeling queasy anymore. I choose the fattest cinnamon roll from the bunch. It's a beautiful golden color, darker where the cinnamon is baked into the swirl. Shiny white frosting is drizzled over the top and runs thickly down the sides.

I said, punching his shoulder, playfully. “I got you, no worries. I can show you how to get there, and then how to maintain it once you get where you want to be. How’s the diet, what have you eaten so far today,” he asked. I made a face. Welp! I said I was going to be honest. I tapped my fingers across my mouth. “A giant bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a chocolate glazed donut. Did I mention I own Cross Roads? Kinda impossible to resist sweets,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

I needed that escalation to push me over. A huge tip hit the screen: 400 tokens from CamKing with the message “Order pizza NOW. Fuck the delivery guy raw on cam. Let him breed you.”

On top of that, he was feeding me! That was the weird thing about Evan. He was always being mean to me and insulting me, but at the same time, he brought me lunch which was strangely sweet of him. He always complained about how I didn't eat enough. I asked him about it one day and all he said to me was, "I hate skinny bitches." I mean, what the hell? He made me sit on the table and eat lunch. The food was delicious so I didn't complain. "So what do you like about squirrel face?" Evan asked while I was eating.

I felt like I wasn't well without Chinese food. Soon, Beth came back with a tray. She dropped the tray on the table. It contained two mugs of coffee, two plates of Cinnamon rolls. "Cinnamon rolls only." She sat beside me. I groaned, taking a plate of Cinnamon rolls. The strong smell of the Cinnamon oozed into my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "What's wrong with you?" Beth drew her eyes in askance. "I don't know." The smell of the Cinnamon upset my stomach, causing a war in my internals. I felt a strong urge to gag all that was in my stomach.

How had the lunch I prepared for him ended up in Imogen John's hands? Eve followed up almost immediately. [Check his status.] I did, still baffled, and my blood started to boil. Chase Grimm never updated his social media. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I've missed this.] "Missed this, my ass." I had made him a proper lunch. Instead of eating it, he handed it to his pick-me secretary and chose instant mac 'n' cheese. What was that supposed to mean?

Grandfather did not wake, but he sighed heavily, and his body seemed to relax under the fresh warmth of the extra blanket. I made it to the door before I remembered my promise to myself: I was going to take better care of my body, and that meant eating. I went back to the table and carefully extracted a cinnamon roll from the basket of pastries, trying hard not to make a sound. Then I crept away, closing the door delicately behind me. I strolled down to the garden and sat on a bench to eat my treat. My appetite was better than I expected, and I gobbled down the cinnamon roll with pleasure, smiling as I licked icing off my fingers.

he replies no as he shakes his head lightly. “Oh! Then you have to. This is the best in the world, I grew up eating this every day.” lifting the cinnamon roll from the plate, I offer to feed him. He hesitates as if he doesn't want it, then slowly he opens his mouth. He takes a little bite, he takes his time savouring the taste in his mouth, our eyes locked on each other. Then suddenly his eyes go wide, he bites again but this time a little aggressive, leaving a very visible deep bite on the cinnamon roll.

Wow He took another spoon and I smiled Me: its my favorite He smiled and took another spoon Andy: banana or banana flavor Me: I love both The shop owner came to our table SO: I see he's consuming what he did not order I chuckled Andy: Uncle, I never knew banana flavor was this tasty SO : that's because you always stick with apple, not wanting to taste anything else Me: uncle? They looked at me Both: yeah SO: he's my cousin's son Andy: he's my dad's cousin

I have made good money today so I’m not going to complain. I get to the table, noticing there are three guys and one girl. They all smile at me like they are happy to see me. Maybe they are super hungry. I have never met these people before. There is one guy I can’t take my eyes off. I feel like I have met him before but I know I haven’t. I would remember that face. Skin like cinnamon. Strong jaw. Dark green eyes I could get lost in and never want to come out. And his smell. Yum. He smells like pumpkin pie spice. It reminds me of the pies my grandma used to make. Dark brown hair that he has in a ponytail for the top and underneath is shaved.