"Taste it for me, tell me if it's salty."

Angela pounded the table. "There is no salt in cake at all! Just eat it!"

Arvin slid the fork on the plate to face her. "Feed me."

"No! Do it yourself!" She wouldn't stand for much more of this babyish behavior.

Arvin smiled. "Hey, I fed you. Be courteous to your host."

Angela said nothing.

She took the fork and brought a sliver of cake to his lip.

Finally, Arvin opened his gob. The cake melted on his tongue.

Getting anywhere with Arvin was in itself an achievement, so she smiled. "Okay, one more bite!"

Arvin shook his finger. "It's your turn!"

"Why?"

"One bite for me and the other for you!"

Angela balanced the fork between her weary fingers. 'Why does he hate the cake so much?'

Angela ate it, and some cream came to rest on her lip.

She eclipsed the cream with the tip of her tongue.

It aroused Arvin's deep desire.

'What a tricky girl! Seducing me all the time.'

Arvin looked at her, and they went through this routine again, sharing bite after bite.

Just when it was Arvin's turn again, he stopped. "Wait..." Arvin clutched her hands suddenly.

"What is it?"

He lifted her jaw, and asked her to be compliant. "Eat the cake!"

'What is up with him?'

Arvin towered above her, lowered his head, and kissed her red lip, getting cream everywhere...

Arvin was a new man, with a smile wider than a river. "We should eat the cake this way."

Out of shyness, Angela took the rest of the cake away. "No cake for you! You big bully!" She loped over to the table and scoffed it all down without pause.

Arvin could only smile with joy.

"Enjoy yourself! I'll take a bath!"

Angela lifted her head from the cream-strewn plate. 'Take a bath?' she wondered, as Arvin exited the room to fetch towels. The thought of Arvin's strong chest.

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