Peering into the box, I see flower-shaped cookies with powdered sugar on top. “Don’t be shy.” He pushes the box toward me after grabbing one for himself and taking a bite. I lean against the counter and grab one. The buttery, sweet flavor melts in my mouth. I let out a moan, making him pause mid-chew, before gobbling up the cookie and licking my fingers of the powdered-sugar residue. My thumb is in my mouth as I gently suck on it , and he looks at me with his mouth agape. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
He’s turned on.
