“Close your eyes.” I touched the tip of her nose. “You want dessert? Close your eyes and show me how much you trust me.”
Amanda rolled her eyes, but I saw her mouth curve into a half-smile. “Trust is earned, Vincent. It’s not something I just give away.”
“Haven’t I done anything to earn yours?” I watched her closely, and so I noticed right away when her expression changed, softening.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, you have.” Her eyes drifted closed, and her lips parted, expectantly.
I opened the small white box and took an appreciative sniff. The small pastries glistened in the room’s dim light as I lifted one between two fingers and slid it into Amanda’s waiting mouth.
Her tongue darted forward to taste what I offered, and she moaned softly.
“Take all of it.” My voice was low and intense. “Open a little wider and take it all.”
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