I dip my head, so not wanting to have this conversation. A large bite of cheesecake appears in front of me. “What?” I look between him and the gooey dessert two inches from my face. “Eat.” I blink at him. Is he for real? “I-I can’t.” “Yeah, you can.” He inches the fork closer to my lips, and despite my embarrassment, I find myself opening my mouth and allowing him to feed me. As soon as the flavor hits my tongue, the sweet taste floods my senses, making me moan softly in appreciation. My eyes flutter closed. Oh! This is so good.
