Chapter Thirty Two - Chopsticks (Warning Sexually Explicit)
William
“I can call down to the desk to see if the hotel can send us up some silverware,” I said, reaching for my cell phone.
“Don’t bother,” Heath stopped me, “We can use the chopsticks.” I watched him shake the bamboo sticks out of the wrapper, and make an awkward attempt at holding them.
“Here, like this,” I leaned close and showed him how to hold the chopsticks correctly with his big fingers. He grinned and awkwardly tried to pick up a spear of broccoli with his new eating utensils. He lifted it carefully toward his mouth, but dropped it half way there, sending the broccoli rolling across the table. I couldn’t help but chuckle at him. He gave me a mock glare, and separated his chopsticks so that he held one in each
