Can your sweet tooth handle it?!

Excerpt:“This isn’t even close to what I ordered. I wanted a chocolate D. O. N. U. T. You know, those small fried pieces of sweet dough normally in the shape of an O. Did you get that? Circular. Sweet. Chocolate. This is cylinder shaped and filled with white stuff,” Tanner gruffly spouted, pointing at the plate before him. His pointer dipped into the cream and traveled to his waiting tongue for a taste of the homemade delight. He wouldn’t admit to how well everything she made turned out—perfectly perfect—like her.Locking eyes with her, he groaned at the burst of flavors that hit his taste buds. Vanilla and honey. Damn, the woman was brilliant. The total package.