Mary stared at Tom’s lips, seeing them move but not hearing the words coming out. All she could think about was locking her lips with his, tasting all his rich goodness, then letting those lips slide down to her non-speaking lips. She felt herself quiver, just a little bit.
“What naughty thoughts are running through your head?”
Mary looked up at him. It’s almost as if he can read my mind.
“Nothing Tom. Just thinking I need to go to the bathroom & freshen up”
“Alright cutie. Don’t be too long. You still haven’t finished your ice cream”