and I loved you so much it was making me sick
She glances over her shoulder to see him approach the coffee like he’s a man dying of thirst in an oasis, and Vai can’t help but laugh softly. ”If that’s true, I’m a hungry goddess with a foul mouth,” she informs him, giving the hash browns a stir and making sure everything is cooking along nicely before suddenly he’s pulling her hair. Lips parting to give him a sample of that foul mouth, she’s silenced by the heat of lips on her neck, the arm around her waist. And most of all, the offer of coffee.
”I think your help might be dangerous,” she informs him with a devious grin, leaning in to sip at the coffee and closing her eyes like it might be the best thing she’s ever tasted. Still, she’s leaning back against his bare chest, reaching up a free hand to caress his cheek. ”You can help by eating it,” she decides. ”And by giving me that kiss you owe me.”
”I think your help might be dangerous,” she informs him with a devious grin, leaning in to sip at the coffee and closing her eyes like it might be the best thing she’s ever tasted. Still, she’s leaning back against his bare chest, reaching up a free hand to caress his cheek. ”You can help by eating it,” she decides. ”And by giving me that kiss you owe me.”
