Falling for You
My mouth waters and I don't hesitate to dig in, lifting out a warm piece of sugary dough, lift it to Chloe's lips and encourage her to take a bite.
She does and I almost groan when she moans at the taste and licks the stray crystals of sugar off her lips. Damn. Bad idea.
If I'm not careful, I'm going to get hard in the middle of a pumpkin patch meant for families.
Her eyes flare, as if she knows exactly what I'm thinking.
I throw some cash down on the counter, could be a couple fifty dollar bills for all I know, and grab our boxes while Chloe picks up the cups of cider. "Thank you."