The girl I kept tasting again and again, one lick never enough. The same one who had me reaching across the goddamn table, unable to keep my f*****g hands off her. The one whose stare told me she was listening and holding on to every word and could probably recite everything I’d ever said to her. The one who subtly glanced at my mouth, licking her own at the same time, wiggling in her seat whenever she laughed or got excited.
Like she was right now, her eyes fixed on my lips as they parted to take in my first bite.
The second the brown sugar hit my tongue, my cheeks almost puckered, but that didn’t last as the savory butter kicked in, cutting the sweetness of the banana and syrup.
“Wow.” I spoke from behind my hand, taking my time to chew and swallow. “Not at all what I expected.”
“Bet
