Her wide eyes are wistful as she looks at the cookies with longing.
She grabs one more and because she lacks self-control I grab the rest and a container and put them all in it. I pop it into the fridge.
“I am all done.” Marcel serves up our smoothies in cups.
He made for us pineapples, bananas, strawberries and apples. They taste heavenly.
I don’t know what it is about him making them because I can use exactly the same ingredients he used now and still get a different result. I take a sip and sigh. This is really goof.
“what do you do to make it this good??” I sigh with my eyes closed savoring the sweetness and coolness of the drink.
“well, now tell me why I should give you that information my sweet girl?” he smirks.
The cocky bastard.
“dickhead.” I stick my tongue at him.
“Fuckf
