I know what he’s craving.
How could I ever resist that look?
Marco leads me further into the grove.
And we fuck.
And wefuck.
And… we… fuck.
Insatiable hunger.
Unfathomable need.
???
Freshly clothed, he stokes the embers.
“So what’s this surprise you were telling me about?”
I unearth a crate from inside the ute and set it next to his chair.
“You mentioned chocolate chip pancakes the other day. So I thought I’d make some.”
I lay everything I need on a towel.
“You even brought cloth napkins?” he laughs.
“Of course,” I smile. “Bush tucker with a city boy twist.”
Whipping the ingredients in a bowl, I toss in an extra scoop of chocolate.
I ladle the mixture into a hot skillet.
Holding it over the flames, we wait for each pancake to form bubbles.
Flipping them from side to side, I add a smidge of butter for a golden hue.
“I’m feeling very spoiled today,” Marco beams.
“As you should.”
I lean down for a kiss, frying pan still in my hand.
“And what’s my other birthday surprise?”
“Open my phone, and you’ll see.”
Arranging our pancakes into stacks, I drizzle them with a generous squeeze of syrup.
“Okay, it’s open.”
He holds my phone in his lap.
“Now go to files,” I instruct. “And find a PDF called October Eleventh. Tap on it.”
Marco taps.
