She Sat Back On The Office Chair, Watching The Raven Haired Man Eat His Sugary Delicacy, And Enjoying Every minute Of It. His Eyes Shifted To Her With The Fork Waiting To Go In His Mouth. She Gasped To Herself And Ripped Her Gaze Away From Him To Hide Her Slightly Blushing Face.

The Corner Of Her Mouth Rose Into A Small Smile. She Turned Around Again And Shock Came Over Her. He Was Sitting In Front Of Her, In That Strange Posture Of His, That She Loved.

“Do toi Want Some, ___?”

He Spoke In A Deep Whisper, Giving Off The Impression That He Wasn’t Talking About The Fine Pastry In His Hands.

“Uh, I-…” She Shook Her Head, That’s Not What She Wanted. She Knew What She Wanted. He Knew What She Wanted.

Him.

He Grazed The Part Of The Cake That Had Frosting On It With The Fork He Had In His Hands And Raised It Up To Her Face, Putting The Fork To Her Lips And Dirtying Them With The Sweet Substance.

She Was Confused And An Expression That Spoke ‘What Was That For?’ Crossed Her Features.

He Put The Fork And Plate Down, And Leaned In Quickly, Propping His Hands Down On Her Chair’s Armrests And Sending Her Clashing Back To Back With The Chair.

“I Need An Excuse To Kiss You, So… toi Have Something On Your Face.”

He a dit In A Gruff Voice.

His Lips Molded Perfectly With Hers And Moved In Perfect Synchronization Together. His Tongue Brushed Over Her Lips Wiping Them Of The Frosting. Their Lips Broke Apart.

He Rested His Forehead On Hers And Held Her Chin In His Hand With His Thumb On Her Bottom Lip, Caressing It.

“I’ve Made A Deduction.”

He Whispers.

“I’ve Concluded, That I’m In l’amour With You.”

She Smiled.

“Excellent Deduction.”

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