Page 62 of Consumed

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It felt so weird to be at her house again, watching the familiar gates unravel open.

Her house was just as polished as I recalled, if not more.

I was unconsciously silent, watching the garage door open as she slowly pulled forward.

My stomach was tied in knots as I eyed her perfect side profile, wondering what tonight would hold.

There's no doubt that she'll want to touch me, right?

We're definitely having sex.

I think?

Or I hope?

I really fucking hope.

My head grew heavy with different scenarios, unable to truly focus on the present moment.

Everything felt blurred around me, stepping out of her car as I eyed her figure.

How her dress pants clung to her waist, or her sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

Fuck, I need to get a grip.

Genuinely.

"Liberty?"

I forced a hum, glancing over to her as she opened the door to the house.

I stepped forward as soon as she motioned her head at me, making more warmth burn around me.

Okay, focus.

I need to focus on our conversation that we're supposed to have.

I clenched my jaw, hearing her subtly inhale as I passed by her into the house.

It's things like this that make it hard to remain level-headed.

Smelling me is probably one of the most attractive things Monroe can do.

"So," I awkwardly spoke, taking my shoes off by the door as I glanced around her familiar house.

Everything was just as it was.

She didn't replace any furniture, which I half expected, given she got rid of her old furniture with all her past arrangements.

It's weird to see everything in the same spot as before.

It felt like no time had passed.

I turned my head when Monroe gently grabbed my waist, pulling me back into her warm body.

"Relax, darling," she softly whispered, pressing the softest kiss to the side of my neck.

I nodded wordlessly, "I'm totally relaxed," I forced out, eyeing her delicate hands on my waist.

Monroe hummed against my neck, grazing her lips against my skin like she couldn't possibly pull away.

Then she let out the deepest sigh, sending shivers down my spine.

"Dinner," Monroe softly murmured, almost like she was reminding herself more than me. "We need to do dinner and discuss everything."

I forced a hum, but no words fell from my lips.

I only nodded as she pulled away, letting out a long exhale as she passed by me toward the kitchen.

She now had on her usual slippers, her heels left by the door with my shoes.

I don't know how the fuck I plan to keep it together.

I can barely look at her without losing my mind.

"How hungry are you, sweet girl?" Monroe asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Um," I breathed out, trying not to let her words affect me, "Decently hungry. Maybe six or eight nuggets," I said, forcing myself to take a few steps toward the kitchen.

"Six or eight?" Monroe clarified, opening the freezer to grab the bag of Dino Nuggets and tater tots.

"Six," I murmured, as she walked over to the gas stove and preheated the oven.

I leaned against the kitchen island, openly watching her prepare the nuggets and tater tots.

How she effortlessly grabbed a pan that her fingers firmly wrapped around.

I don't think she could do anything right now without me seeing it in the most inappropriate way.

I nearly let out a breath of relief when she finally slid the pan into the oven moments later.

"Let's get you changed," Monroe determined as she set the timer.

I briefly glanced down at the long coat I still wore, "Right, probably a good idea," I mumbled, trying my best to act normal.

But it felt so fucking hard.

It's like every time we locked eyes, there was something exchanged between us.

We both know it.

I know she feels the heaviness in the air, too.

I can't fucking breathe, but I knew her lips on mine would help instantly.

I cleared my throat, glancing away from her blue eyes entirely.

"Upstairs," Monroe murmured, letting out another restrained sigh as we both walked out of the kitchen.

The air grew heavier as we walked down the familiar hallway.

But I swear it grew suffocating the moment we began walking up the stairs, heading down the hallway toward her bedroom.

I've never felt so fucking tense in my life.

"I have some things for you," Monroe said as she walked over to her closet.

I raised a brow, "Some things?" I emphasized, wondering what she meant by that.

"Yes, Liberty," she said, sounding almost amused by my question.

I remained silent, waiting for her as she grabbed whatever it was she had for me.

It made me feel a little excited and also really curious.

"Monroe," I said as soon as she emerged from the closet with a box in her hands.

It had a black bow on it, along with some kind of dress neatly folded on top.

"You really got me gifts?" I asked, following her into the bathroom, where she set the box on the sink.

"I did," Monroe said as I walked closer, "These are from a couple of weeks ago when I sent you those other gifts."

I awkwardly pursed my lips, recalling the flowers and necklace she sent me.

I sent the necklace back, of course, but somehow the refund got issued to me instead of her.

There was literally a whole gift card sent in the mail from Gucci that I refused to use.

She emphasized space, and at that point, I was keeping myself busy, so I never tried to send the gift card to her instead.

"I'm surprised you kept these," I admitted, eyeing the gifts on the sink.

"Are you?" Monroe asked, her lips twitching up as she eyed my face, "We both know I would've sent them to you eventually."

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "And I would've returned them all," I countered, holding her stare.

"Then I would've been left with no choice but to deliver them myself," Monroe softly whispered, tilting her head at me.

I pursed my lips when a smile annoyingly grew on my lips, "Right, that's clearly the only choice," I mumbled sarcastically.

"Clearly," she emphasized as I reached for the soft dress.

Or night gown?

It was the softest light pink, the straps thin with thin lace at the breast area.

"I love it," I whispered, eyeing the dress as I held it up in front of me.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" Monroe whispered, the warmth of her body so close to mine.

I could feel her eyes burning into the side of my face, openly gauging my reaction.

"Very lovely," I determined, laying it on the sink to open the box next.

And I swear my entire face fucking fell the moment I read over the familiar brand.

Amina Muaddi.

"Oh my god," I breathed out, eyeing the leather cheetah print purse, "Oh my god, Monroe."

These are only on resell right now—I couldn't even get my hands on one.

They were also close to a thousand dollars, possibly more with resale prices.

"I knew you would adore it," Monroe said, a smile growing on her lips as she eyed my face.

"Oh, I really adore it—I adore it so much, Ro," I rushed out, smiling even wider as I pulled the purse up my arm to hang on my shoulder.

Then I did a small twirl, eyeing myself in the mirror.

"What do we think?" I asked, posing for Monroe as I met her stare.

"Perfect," was all she said, her eyes glancing away from the purse to eye my entire fucking body.

It made my smile widen, sliding the purse off so I could see what the inside looked like.

And of course, there were already expensive chocolates waiting inside for me.

"Monroe," I nearly grinned, glancing away from the purse to meet her stare.

"Liberty," she mocked back, effortlessly leaning against the sink.

It was so unexplainably attractive to me, especially with her arms crossed against her chest.

I set the purse down on the counter before I could process it, throwing all my self-restraint out the window as I ran my arms around her neck and pressed my lips to hers.

Monroe didn't hesitate to kiss me back, firmly grabbing my waist to pull me flush against her.

I kissed her deeper, sliding my tongue past her lips as I gripped the back of her soft neck.

She hummed in response, her grip tightening around my waist.

"Thank you," I breathed out between the heavy kisses we shared.

"You're welcome," she faintly breathed out, reaching for the coat I wore.

I eagerly grabbed the knot tied at the front, impatiently undoing it to slide the coat off.

"Dinner," Monroe reminded me, her lips soft against mine.

Yet she tugged my coat down my shoulders anyway, peeling the heavy material down my arms.

"The food... will burn," I added breathlessly against her lips, knowing the timer would go off any minute.

"It'll catch the house on fire," Monroe agreed as my jacket fell to the floor.

"And our talk—we have to talk," I whispered as she undid the button of my skirt, roughly tugging the material down and letting it pool around my ankles.

"Yes, the talk," she breathed out, teasing the hem of my underwear.

I moaned impatiently against her lips, reaching for my mesh shirt to tug off.

Monroe briefly leaned away, helping me pull the shirt over my head.

Then she firmly grabbed the front of my throat, tugging me back in for a deeper kiss.

A choked gasp burned in my throat when she impatiently pulled one of the pasties off my covered nipple.

It made me jerk against her, but she only held my waist firmer, tugging the other pastie off and making me grunt.

My chest rose and fell with each breath, arching into her when she began caressing my breasts.

Her soft actions entirely contrasted her previous roughness.

I moaned, the sound echoing into her mouth as she kneaded my breasts even firmer, teasing my hardened nipples.

I stumbled when she firmly pushed me back against the sink, seamlessly flipping our positions.

I reached for her shirt immediately, roughly untucking the material from her pants.

A hum vibrated so perfectly in her throat, pressing her body even firmer against mine.

Then it went off.

The fucking timer.

It echoed loudly throughout the house, stalling the moment between us.

Our breaths were heavy as we pulled back slightly from the kiss, her forehead resting against mine.

My eyes fluttered open, meeting hers already pinned on me.

I subtly slipped my hands under her shirt. "You should get that," I whispered, running my fingertips up her soft back.

"I would rather let this house burn," Monroe said, her tone nothing but serious.

It made my face grow warm, staring so deeply into her eyes as the timer echoed distantly.

"Monroe," I said breathlessly, trying my best to focus right now.

We can't let the house burn down.

But now she's eyeing my exposed body with a particular look in her eye.

And I swear it made me forget about that stupid fucking timer and those nuggets.

"I'll go get them out," I forced myself to offer, reluctantly leaning away from the sink.

Monroe pressed me right back against it, "Absolutely not. I'll handle it," she immediately insisted, making me purse my lips into a smile, "Get dressed in something comfortable—grab a shirt from my closet even."

I nodded a few times, "On it," I murmured as she leaned down to me again.

But only to briefly kiss my cheek, glancing away from me immediately as if to practice restraint.

"I'll see you downstairs, darling," was all she said, walking out of the bathroom without looking at me or my bare body again.

I stood there for a moment, desperately trying to find my composure again.

But I was still out of breath.

And I felt very wet.

So much so that it felt slick when I took even a step forward.

I had to grab toilet paper and wipe between my legs, then I picked up my clothes from the ground.

My shirt was somehow flung over the bathtub, giving me flashbacks to the heated moment we just shared.

I know Monroe said to wear one of her shirts, but I kind of wanted to wear the nightgown for her.

It smelled purely of detergent, which wasn't surprising.

Monroe always washes things before giving them to me.

She's truly the only person I know who does that.

I ended up slipping on the nightgown for her, even if my nipples showed through the see-through lace.

I knew Monroe most likely wouldn't be able to keep her composure, and maybe that's what I wanted.

We are having this talk, maybe I could get more from her by wearing this.

I even left my hair down on purpose, adjusting the short, provocative nightgown.

Knots tied in my stomach as I walked out of her room, heading down the long hallway.

The delicious smell from the nuggets and tater tots filled the air as I descended the stairs, walking down the hallway into the kitchen.

Monroe was standing over the stove, her back to me as she finished plating the food.

Her shirt was still messily untucked, sending me back to the moment we just shared.

It made me press my thighs together, trying my best to remain unfazed.

The whole point is to affect her, not myself.

"Ro Ro," I murmured, approaching her with a growing smile.

She hummed in response, picking up the plates as she turned around to me.

Her grip tightened around the glass plates, her blue eyes dipping down to my exposed body.

"I put it on for you," I said, my tone innocent as I did a small twirl for her, "Do you like it?"

I had to fight my smile from growing when her jaw noticeably flexed, remaining silent as she openly stared at my body.

She was noticeably zoned out, not even bothering to string words together.

Then finally—

She blinked a few times, clearing her throat as she glanced away from me.

"It looks lovely on you, Liberty," Monroe said, not bothering to glance at me again as she walked over to the table.

I smiled happily, following her to the table as she set our plates down by the glasses of water she had already prepared for us.

"Thank you very much," I murmured, sitting down in one of the chairs and letting her push me closer to the table.

"You're welcome, my sweet girl," Monroe said, sitting in the chair beside me, at the head of the table.

I immediately dug into my food, picking up one of the chicken nuggets.

Meanwhile, Monroe took a sip of her water.

A concerningly long sip, her grip tightening around the glass as she avoided looking in my direction.

Then she softly set her glass down, rolling her stiff shoulders back.

"You want more than an arrangement," Monroe began the conversation, shifting her focus to me.

Or to my eyes.

She didn't glance down at my exposed chest once.

"Yes," I said as I swallowed the bite I took, "I want a future."

"And I need control," Monroe emphasized, her eyes not wavering from mine.

Her voice was serious, lowered between us.

I knew how much control meant to her, and I was never planning on taking that from her.

"Of course, baby," I assured her, reaching my hand across the table, "It's always yours, you know that."

Monroe glanced down at my open hand, staring at it for a moment as she processed my honest words.

Then she nodded once, slowly lifting her hand before finally resting it in mine.

I immediately wrapped my hand around hers, admiring the softness of her skin.

"I get you," I whispered, gently squeezing her hand.

"You get me," Monroe murmured, blinking a few times as she glanced away from my hand, "We don't need an arrangement for that."

I pursed my lips at her statement.

Even if it sounded almost like a question.

It's almost like she assumed we needed an arrangement for me to stay with her.

For me to get her.

I think it has to do with the being-perfect thing.

She worries it can all be taken away, but contracts and arrangements help her.

They ease her.

I always want to ease her.

I don't want her to worry.

"We never needed an arrangement," I suddenly spoke, gently caressing my thumb against the back of her soft hand, "I wanted you from the beginning."

Monroe remained silent, openly staring into my eyes as my words lingered in the air.

"You're the only person I've ever wanted," I whispered, hoping she knew how much this meant to me, "You'll always be the only person."

Nothing.

She said nothing.

All Monroe did was stare at me without an ounce of a reaction on her face.

Until she finally blinked, letting out a deep sigh as her eyes trailed my face.

"We'll end the arrangement then," Monroe agreed, nodding a few times to herself, "And then we'll..." she trailed off, tilting her head.

She looked confused, but in the most adorable way.

This was uncharted waters for us both, but it went much deeper with Monroe.

"You'll be mine and I'll be yours," I clarified, smiling slightly as I eyed her beautiful face.

"I assumed that was already the dynamic here, darling?" Monroe said, her soft lips twitching up slightly, "The M you have on your chest suggests as much."

I jokingly rolled my eyes, feeling my face burn up from her words, "Yes, clearly. I just mean, you know..." I trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward.

I didn't want to scare her off with my next words.

"I don't know," Monroe emphasized, waiting patiently for what I had to say.

I unconsciously glanced away from her, staring down at my plate, "I meant we would uh eventually date maybe?" I whispered, unable to meet her stare again.

My face felt so fucking hot.

I'm not even sure she would ever contemplate the whole dating scene with me.

Monroe Leclair... dating?

That sounds like some weird opposite universe.

"Yes."

I glanced up immediately, meeting her blue eyes already pinned on me.

"I imagine we would, Liberty," she softly murmured, making everything around me grow warm.

I would love to date her.

Or be her girlfriend—or she be mine.

Oh my god, that would be the best thing in the world.

If I could have one thing, it would only be that.

"Okay," I suddenly whispered, realizing I had zoned out and never said anything.

"Clear your schedule tomorrow night," Monroe told me as I grabbed another nugget to eat.

"Why?" I curiously asked as I took a bite of my food.

"A surprise, darling," she just had to say, earning a hum from me.

I guess I can always move my dinner plans with Zion and Sarai, and do lunch with them instead.

"As long as I can learn more about you," I emphasized, considering I only knew the most surface-level things about her. "I didn't even know you spoke French."

"Only around my family," Monroe clarified, picking up one of the nuggets on her plate.

"Oh, okay... so not around anyone else?" I asked, sort of wanting to hear her speak it more.

It sounds weird, but she makes it sound so beautiful.

"Do you want me to speak French to you, Liberty?" she said, her tone entirely amused.

I felt my face burn up from her words, "Maybe," I mumbled, holding her open stare, "It sounds really... uh beautiful."

Monroe smiled in the most adoring way, briefly glancing down at my lips.

Her eyes lingered there for a moment before her stare shifted back up to meet mine.

"Merci, ma douce fille," she softly whispered, her words lowered and so fucking soft, "Thank you, my sweet girl," she translated for me.

A smile grew on my lips, "You're welcome," I murmured, blinking a few times as I tried my best not to fold from her French accent alone.

This woman is truly too powerful.

I swear, I couldn't even begin to think properly after that.

Even as I tried to eat my food, focusing on typical conversation with Monroe, like catching up on how work was for her, or how school had been.

But all I could think about was when we would finally make it upstairs again.

It was the only thing on my mind as we finished dinner and cleaned up everything together.

Certain things, I left Monroe to do herself, like loading the dishwasher, or cleaning the table to her standard.

Then we headed upstairs, and I expected Monroe to throw me on the bed immediately.

But instead, she led me to the bathroom again, which naturally confused me.

Until she grabbed the makeup remover that she somehow kept here for me still, removing the makeup covering the hickey's on my chest.

It seemed to bother her that they were covered in the first place.

"Happy?" I asked her as she threw the used makeup cloths in the trash.

"Not quite," Monroe said, grabbing my waist to smoothly flip me around—

And guide me over the sink.

I inaudibly gasped from the coldness of the counter against my stomach, grunting when she roughly grabbed my hair.

"Who am I, Liberty?" she asked as I met her stare through the mirror.

"Ro Ro," I decided to joke with her, drawing in a subtle breath when her other hand ventured between my thighs.

"Let's try again," Monroe determined, grazing her fingers against my covered clit, "Who am I, Liberty?"

My face burned up, a moan burning in my throat as she rubbed me through my thin underwear.

"Mommy," I immediately said, furrowing my brows when she sped up her pace against me.

"Say it again, darling," she instructed as I gripped the counter underneath me for stability.

"M-mommy," I forced out, feeling myself grow wetter through my underwear from her touch alone.

"And who do you belong to, Liberty?"

"Mommy," I moaned out as I squeezed my eyes shut, shifting under her teasing touch

"I know you can be louder, darling," Monroe said, pressing her fingers firmer against my covered wet clit.

I arched in response with a whine, drawing in deep breaths.

"Mommy," I moaned even louder, the word echoing all around us, "I... I belong to you, mommy."

"Glad we're on the same page, Liberty," she said, suddenly withdrawing her fingers.

My eyes fluttered open immediately as she guided me away from the sink, making something in my lower stomach sink.

But I didn't have time to question if she would edge me.

Not once she turned me around and pressed her lips to mine.

She tugged me closer by my waist as I reached for her shoulders, arching so deeply against her body.

I stumbled when she guided me back, walking us both out of the bathroom.

I felt so fucking impatient, slipping my tongue into her mouth and digging my nails into her shoulders.

Monroe sighed impatiently against my lips, "My god, Liberty," she breathed out, reaching down to grip the back of my thighs and lift me in her arms.

I hooked my legs around her torso with a soft moan, wrapping my hand around her neck as I took control of the kiss while I could.

Her steps were purposeful, and her mouth was so soft and warm against mine, walking us toward the bed.

I felt the mattress underneath me before I could process it.

My back arched the second I was laid flat, my legs still locked around her.

Monroe climbed over me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head with one hand.

Her other hand dragged down my body, squeezing and kneading my waist.

I moaned when her lips met mine again, shifting against her body to grind my core against her pelvis.

Monroe took control of the kiss almost purposefully, nipping at my bottom lip as I strained to arch deeper into her.

"Mommy's girl," she softly whispered against my lips, making me moan so fucking desperately.

I spread my legs wider, "Touch me—I need you," I nearly begged her, inviting her touch that verged lower and lower.

My lips parted with a soft gasp, feeling her fingers pressed so firmly against my clit, relieving some of the pressure built up inside of me.

I had never felt this fucking desperate.

"Yes-yes," I breathed out against her lips, grinding against her fingers as she rubbed me through my underwear.

Monroe broke the kiss between us, "Don't you dare look away from me," she said, holding my stare as she slipped her fingers past my underwear.

I nodded rapidly, desperate to finally feel her after so long.

Everything around me burned the moment her fingers smoothed against my folds, making my thoughts short-circuit.

My breaths grew rapid as I held her blue eyes, anticipating when she would finally slide inside of me.

It's been way too fucking long.

A moan dragged up my throat when she firmly slid two fingers inside me, making me struggle underneath her.

"Oh my god," I breathed out, goosebumps trickling down my body as she curled her fingers so deeply into me.

It made my body tense up, digging my nails into the palms of my hands as her grip around my wrists tightened.

And for once, Monroe broke the eye contact between us, glancing down to watch each move she made.

"You look so pretty with my fingers inside you."

Her soft words made my face burn up, and a moan vibrate in my chest, clenching tightly around her fingers for more.

I whimpered when she began pressing directly against my spot, "Don't stop," I forced out, my eyes rolling closed as soft moans and whimpers fell from my lips.

Monroe deepened her pace, continuing her strokes as I slowly came undone underneath her.

There was no fighting the warmth burning in my lower stomach or the pulses at my core.

I reached my peak with ease, throwing my head back as I tensed underneath her.

But Monroe kept up her pace, curling against my spot as I arched into her for more.

I needed so much more.

"That feels so good, oh my god," I rushed out, tightening around her fingers even more as I basked in my orgasm.

It lasted longer than I had ever experienced, and I swear it was one of the best feelings in the world.

But even as my body went limp, Monroe still wasn't done with me.

She carefully slid out of me and let go of my wrists, but only to lower herself between my legs.

My thin underwear was slid off entirely before I could process it, flung across the room.

I instinctively reached for her hair, tucked in a bun, gripping at her soft strands as she pressed her mouth to my core.

My moans were muffled by her fingers that she slid into my mouth, which were wet from being buried inside of me.

I sucked on her fingers as she dragged her tongue against my core, but her pace wasn't rhythmic.

It didn't have a pattern.

It was almost like she was drawing something.

I quickly realized it was her name.

"Monroe," I forced out, even if it was muffled by her fingers.

She didn't say anything in response.

She just drew her name over and over again, teasing my wet and swollen clit even more.

I squirmed underneath her, gagging on her fingers that repeatedly hit the back of my throat.

My second orgasm was much more intense and frustrating, especially with how overstimulated I felt from her teasing.

Choked moans vibrated in my throat, my saliva dripping down my chin as she kept her fingers buried in my mouth.

But even as I reached my peak, Monroe wasn't done.

She slid her tongue past my slick entrance, sliding in and out of me as she slipped her fingers out of my mouth.

"Mommy," I breathed out, curving away from her mouth as I tugged at her soft hair.

But she didn't stop.

She only leaned up to my clit instead, sucking so perfectly against me as she slid her wet fingers past my entrance again.

I gripped her hair tighter, whining as she sent me up so easily to my third orgasm.

My legs were trembling and it was really fucking hard to catch my breath.

I tried my best to arch away from her, but Monroe used her other hand to grip my hips, making me take what she was giving me.

My third orgasm hit me harder, especially as I tightened around her fingers, curving up into the air as I squeezed my eyes closed.

It felt like I had gone fucking insane, especially as I pulsed rhythmically around her fingers, gasping for air.

When I finally came down, I was mumbling incoherently, whining and pleading as I tried to tug her away by her hair.

But somehow Monroe was still fucking going.

She had slid her fingers out of me entirely, but now her focus was on my swollen wet clit, licking and sucking it as I tried my best to take it.

Whimpers vibrated in my throat as Monroe kept going, but at this point, it felt like it was for her own enjoyment.

So I sat still for her, my legs trembling to stay open.

But I couldn't stop myself from squirming when she dragged her tongue up my wet folds, sucking every drop of wetness from me.

My entire body went limp the moment she pulled away, relaxing against the mattress as she leaned up from my core.

My heavy eyes fluttered open, meeting her stare as she hovered over me.

She looked perfect, from glistening lips to her chin slicked with my wetness.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her perfect bun was ruined, her bangs the right kind of messy.

"You look exquisite, Dr. Leclair," I murmured innocently, reaching up to cup her soft face in my hands.

"Careful now," Monroe warned, leaning down to softly kiss my lips, "Calling me that might earn you another round."

I smiled slightly as she pulled away from my lips, "My legs are still trembling, Monroe," I blankly pointed out, trying to nudge her away.

But she only leaned down to me entirely, nuzzling her face into my neck.

"Just what I like to hear," she murmured against my neck, making me jokingly roll my eyes.

But I swear all I could feel was warm as she laid between my legs, her face resting in the crook of my neck, and her breath soft against my skin.

I could stay like this forever.

And it seems Monroe internally agreed since she didn't move an inch for minutes on end.

We just silently laid there, a calm silence wrapped around us.

Eventually, she pulled away so we could get under the covers, considering how exposed I was in only a thin nightgown.

Monroe also went downstairs to grab me something to eat when I mentioned being hungry again.

I almost worried she would grab me numerous things, given how concerned she was about my eating habits.

But luckily, she only made me a banana split.

And it was the cutest thing ever.

She put two bananas on a plate with some healthy vanilla ice cream, and crushed up the expensive chocolate she had gifted me on top of it.

Also, a little chocolate drizzle.

It was the most delicious thing ever.

And it felt so nice to eat it as I remained curled into her side, feeding her some bites.

This is officially the best night I've had in weeks.