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Crisis had the feel he was going to point elsewhere. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. He looked so embarrassed about something. How odd. Her hand cupped his left cheek to keep him still, while she pressed her lips to the opposite cheek in a dainty kiss.
“There you go. One kiss,” she whispered, before stepping away. “I’m glad you think my baking is good. I’ll be sure to bake more for you in the future.” Literally. Outside the kitchen and in the main part of the shop, a grandfather clock began to toll. Midnight. My, it was getting late, wasn’t it?
His heart was doing the tango when she cupped his cheek. The kiss was so soft. Again, he went on comparing to the slight roughness of his demoness who would probably burst in here and sing him to submission. He was happy when she said she’d bake more for him. He’d love to try as much human food as he could. “Sounds great! Maybe you could even teach me.”
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