"You do not get it," she whispered back. "The desires were constantly about you, Tryson . The rest… the relaxation is just gravy."
Tryson tilted his head, his smile rising. "Gravy? The food?"
Diane giggled. "Yes. The component you pour over, that makes the whole thing else better. But it is no longer the actual meal."
"So… I get to be the meal?" he said, his eyebrows up.
Diane snorted and was going to give him some type of smart-ass response when he grew to become her in their swaying and started out dancing her lower back to the tree they'd been sitting on.
Diane felt extra eyes landing on them as they drew closer to the fire, but Tryson acted like they weren't even there.
He leaned into her ear, his lips teasing her earlobe and sending goosebumps down her back.
"First piece o
