Page 114 of Worth the Trip

I held the spoon toward her.

“Taste.”

“You made it.”

“We made it.”

“You mostly provided commentary.”

“Intellectual contribution remains contribution.”

She tasted it.

Chocolate stayed at the corner of her mouth.

“The salt helped. Almonds need another minute. And you were right about the candy.”

I put a hand over my chest. “Say that again.”

“No.”

“I need documentation.”

“Never happening again.”

I gestured toward my mouth. “You got chocolate right here.”

She wiped the wrong side.

“Other side.” Missed again. I stepped closer. “May I?”

Her hand lowered.

“Yes.”

I brushed the chocolate away with my thumb.

Her eyes dropped to my mouth.

Mine stayed on hers.

“Hershey.”

“What?”

“You keep looking at me like that, and this tasting finna lose academic integrity.”

Her fingers curled into the front of my apron.

“Maybe your hypothesis needs field testing.”

Well.

Shit.

I looked at her hand.

Then her.