Jeremy Thompson didn't answer but set down his rice noodle bowl and scooped up two spoonfuls of soup into his mouth with a spoon, then turned to her.
Anna Ainsworth didn't expect that by changing utensils, Jeremy meant for him to drink the soup himself, and she found it amusing, wondering if he thought that by him drinking it, it was as if she had done so herself.
It was not until Jeremy's face loomed over hers, until Jeremy's lips pressed against hers, that she came to her senses, too late to avoid him.
A mouthful of warm soup with his unique tobacco taste transferred into her mouth, and for a moment, she forgot to swallow, just staring at him dumbfounded.
Seeing she wasn't swallowing, he lingered with the intention of kissing her deeply, frightening her into swallowing hastily, and due to the rush, she began to cough.
"Take it easy," Jeremy gently patted her back, looking at her flushed face with a teasing question, "Do you prefer this new soup 'utensil'?"
