Falling for My Best Friend's Dad
Instead, she leaned against the counter, right across from me, popped the green top off a strawberry, and held it up.
"Want one?" she asked, her eyes locked onto mine. "They're incredibly sweet."
"No, thank you."
"Your loss." She dipped the berry directly into the whipped cream, a small dollop catching on the tip. She brought it to her lips, biting it in half slowly. A tiny speck of white cream remained on her lower lip. She looked directly at me, her tongue darting out to lick it away with agonizing slowness. "Mmm. Delicious."