Gale used the spoon to slice through the crispy puff pastry crust of the pot pie, his mouth watering at the rich scent of chicken that wafted into his nostrils. He lifted the large spoon and blew on a steaming mound of hand-stripped roasted chicken, wavy-cut carrots, Blue Lake green beans, sweet green peas and white corn, then shoveled the whole mass into his mouth, chewing and swallowing in bliss. He hadn't noticed that she was gone until the bowl was empty and an ice-cold beer was butted against his forearm.
"Want more?"
"Maybe later. I don't want to fall asleep."
Velvet wrapped her arms around his neck with a smile. "Hmm." She raised a finger and he felt her fingertip tracing the line of his mouth. "Afraid that you'll miss something?"
His mind reeled back to the story and he remembered the romantic tone and the love that he'd felt. "Yeah," He whispered, sucking the tip of her finger into his mouth. "And I don't want to miss a thing."
She responded with a tiny gasp and he pounced on her mouth, shoving his tongue deeply into her soft mouth and was gratified by the whimper that came from her. He loved her honest response, the way her body pressed against his and her tongue stabbed back. There were no phony emotions in her touch and he shivered with that knowledge. She pulled away, flicked the kitchen light off and took his hand, leading him into her bedroom.