“Get the cookies,” I urged her again. “You know you want them.” She laughed. “You’re right. I do.” Noelle looked at me and then she sighed. “It’s just… a lot of people in my life have told me I need to stop eating so much sugar.” She looked down at her cart and shrugged. “I mean… maybe they’re right.” I shook my head. “That’s stupid, and you know it.” I tried to keep my eyes from roaming down her body, appreciating her ample curves and lovely form. When she went to protest, I stopped her. “I promise, you don’t need to worry about that. Seriously.”
