“Well, I can’t help it if the chocolate ones look the best.” She took another bite. “And this is really, really good. Are you sure you won’t even try it?” She dug up a forkful and waved it at him. “Just a taste?” “All right.” He leaned toward her, and she brought the fork to his mouth. Ignoring it, he tugged on her braid, tilting her face toward his, and ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. She gasped, and her fork clattered. He took full advantage, delving his tongue deeper. When he was done, he released her braid and licked his lips.
