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Iris had returned home late to her anxious boyfriend, who had fallen to the ground with a belief that she did not care for him, for she did not care about the food he had cooked for her.
She knew Jasper expressed his love through food, so when he rejected her warmth, she returned his affection in the only way she knew how. She turned him into a cuisine, and tasted him all night.
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"Why do you always get worried? Do you not trust me?" She questioned as her fingers gently danced from his broad and fidgety shoulders to his quivering neck and then to his bashful face.
"Look at me." She whispered softer, and with her hands directed his face at her. His eyes had reduced in size, brighter yet drowsy; it was like a puppy awaiting his owner's arrival.
Jiggling inside, she steadily pressed her thumb onto his lower lip and grazed it downward like submerging the pencil's prints on the paper, leaving her stomach grumbling.
Jasper's breaths trembled, his eyes fluttered, and his heart thumped like drums and burned in his chest like firecrackers. His palms soaked with sweat, his knees began quivering and his ears took the color of her lips.
"You cried again." Her chest ached as she said that, her eyes weak, noticing the swelling around his eyes. "What must I do to take away your worries?" She questioned as she caressed his eyes with hurried but gentle thumbs, trying to wipe the redness while he watched her, his insides rumbling with unease.
Her thumbs stopped, and she rested her head against his shoulder, her mind in a mania. "I could not think of anything else but you. My soul scorched at the thought of you crying. What would have happened if I was to be held by the staff a little longer?"
"I might have died thinking you don't love me anymore." He finally spoke, his tone like a frozen lake.
She rose from his shoulder and said, "Well, I haven't eaten and since you're still alive, give me something to eat." She knew there was no benefit in protesting his words, for they'd only grow bitter if she did. But she was being bladed inside.
"Give me some time to cook." He took a few steps past her, denying any warmth to her. But she did not let him give her the coldness she did not desire. She pulled him back by the strength of her palm and then pushed him against the counter.
With a thud of his body against the counter, his eyes widened, and a sizzle ran down his spine like a creeping worm.
"I don't think I can wait." She breathed, her voice husky with desire, her gaze dark and intense. Her fingers cupped his face once again, stroking his gentle skin, and her face drew closer to his.
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