We
walk to Café du Monde, and I order a basket of beignets and a cup of their
famous coffee. The first sip is almost orgasmic it tastes so good. I must moan
in pleasure because Colin says with a sly grin, “I thought I was the only one that could make
you moan like that.”
I
laugh and flush bright red embarrassed by my obvious displays of pleasure .
“Don’t
be shy, Charlie!” he chuckles. “Let me hear you.”
Then, I get a brilliant idea. I pick up a powdered sugar beignet and wipe it across my lips as if I’m
putting on lipstick. “Baby, do I have something on my mouth?” Totally setting
Colin up for a sophomoric sex joke.
Without
missing a beat, he replies, “Just a little bit of white, creamy goodness.”
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