Emmie

A small trace of the icing was on his upper lip. He looked at me, all humor gone from his face and I would have paid a million dollars to know what he was thinking just then.

“Good?” I asked, though even I wasn’t sure what I was referring to.

Still, he nodded. “Very good,” he said, the bit of icing taunting me as I waited for him to notice and lick it off.

He didn’t.

“What?” he said.

Before I could let myself chicken out, I leaned in again and licked the icing off his lip. He grunted and moved away, causing a jolt of fear through my body. But as I leaned back, the look in his eyes was one of shock, not disgust.

“You had a little icing,” I explained, pointing at my own lip. “I couldn’t let it go to waste.” I gave him a coy smile that was completely at odds with the blender of emotions whirling around inside me.

He nodded, but his face was unreadable, which was just about killing me.

What is it they say, in for a penny, in for a pound? What the hell.

I leaned in again and licked at his bottom lip and then said, “Delicious,” against his mouth.