[Dropping his bag, he moves over to her. Her face is easily cradled in his hands, as he examines the spackle of chocolate she's left behind. Without pause or hesitation, he bends and kisses it away, mouth, lips, tongue wiping her clean again. The taste, though slightly burnt, is effective.
When he pulls back, his expression is intense as ever, but there's the edge of a smile on his face. He gives the recipe book a glance.]
You didn't have to go through that much trouble. Thank you. [A beat.] For thinking of me.
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[Dropping his bag, he moves over to her. Her face is easily cradled in his hands, as he examines the spackle of chocolate she's left behind. Without pause or hesitation, he bends and kisses it away, mouth, lips, tongue wiping her clean again. The taste, though slightly burnt, is effective.
When he pulls back, his expression is intense as ever, but there's the edge of a smile on his face. He gives the recipe book a glance.]
You didn't have to go through that much trouble. Thank you. [A beat.] For thinking of me.