It was 6:30 on a Sunday night. I sat across from my friend, chatting & sipping my americano. I was trying desperately to retain eye contact and hide my distraction, but you were all I could see...Sitting there, watching me, waiting for me...and it was all I could do not to lick my lips.
And then I caved to my desire...eye contact was broken, and my hand slid slowly to you...and as I brought you to my mouth, I had but one thought...I love you...cupcake (and your pink frosting too!)
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