"What does it mean to tell someone you want them cooking?" I asked Lyra, already bracing myself for her response.
Lyra's eyes sparkled mischievously as she leaned in, her lips curling into a teasing grin. "Oohh," she drawled, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. "It means you want to get dirty with them." She licked her lips playfully, leaning closer. "It implies you want to, you know, eat the person out."
I felt my face drain of color as her words sank in, and she burst into laughter at my expense. "Well, not literally eat them, but, you know, they cook by getting you in the mood, and when you're all set, you devour them," she explained with a slow blink, still teasing me mercilessly.
I wished fervently for the ground to open up and swallow me whole as Lyra continued to taunt me. "Since
