But nothing prepared him for how evocative simply being around Juno was. Especially in the brief moments when she was content. Peaches, velvet and plush, ripened in the summer sun. A bite of firm flesh seeking comfort from the searing rays, juice running down his chin. Then a burst of sugared sweetness, caramelised browned with molasses. Finished with a lush dollop of vanilla laced cream. She was the final temptation — I couldn’t possibly — before licking the bowl clean.
oh he's already down so bad for her
