Those pleading eyes connect with mine again, so I take pity on him. “Fine, you can have one, but I get a squirt of your cream in my mouth.”
His nostrils flare. “For the love of fuck, please tell me you said it like that on purpose.”
I chuckle. “I did. I wanted a little shock value added to the night.”
“Consider me fucking shooketh,” he says, making me chuckle. “Seems like my personality is wearing on you in a good way. Next step, up the visitations to ten.”
“You can’t even get to five.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“No,” I answer in a panic. “No, keep it where it is. I don’t need more of you, especially after witnessing you vacuuming your face off.”
“I did not vacuum my face off.”
I take another bite of a strawberry while he tips the whipped cream can back and shoots some in his mouth.
“You’ll be lucky if you don’t have a whole-face hickey tomorrow.”
“Please, that won’t happen. That sucker was barely on my face. Maybe a second.”
“It was on there longer than a second. I think I counted up to ten Mississippis.”
“What the hell is that?”
“Ten Mississippis? That’s like counting in seconds.”
He shakes his head. “I’ll never understand you Americans.” He takes a bite of the strawberry and then moans loudly. “Jesus, what the hell kind of juicy strawberry is this?” He examines the fruit between his pinched fingers. “This is delicious. Hand me one more.”
“No way.” I bring the box closer to me.
“Excuse me, I’m famished after sucking my face with a vacuum. I need more nutrients.”
“Then go get some.”
“No, because I’m cashing in on my visitation. I’m not about to surrender my right to see you. Just hand me another strawberry. Please…”
His eyes actually look bigger as he pleads with me, and for some reason, it does the trick.
“Fine, but last one.” I toss him a strawberry, which makes him gasp.
“Watch it, you can’t just throw these around like your Mississippi balls.”
My brow furrows. “Why did you put ‘Mississippi’ in front of ‘balls’?”
“Because you put it in a phrase.”
“That’s not how it works.”
“How am I supposed to know?” He shrugs and then holds up his can of whipped cream. “Can I cream you now?”
I sigh heavily but nod. “Go ahead. Cream me.”
“Do you want any wine?” Theo asks as he tips the bottle back and takes a swig.
“Normally I’d say no, but that chocolate has made me thirsty.”
“Want me to feed it to you?”
