Page 56 of Revive

As much as I love being in his arms, my shitty attitude to Emerson plays on repeat. “Can you give me a second?”

He narrows his eyebrows, “What’s wrong?”

“I was a bit of a bitch to Em before and I just want to apologise one more time.”

“What happened?”

“Can we talk about it later?”

“You know I won’t forget.”

I draw a cross over my heart. “I promise, I’ll tell you.”

He tips his chin at Emerson in front of us. “Go, make it better.”

* * *

A rowof white awnings come into view, the markets a continuous strip of stalls that serve everything from food, used books, jewellery and clothes.

Feeling lighter, and less guilty, I take Drix’s hand and lift his arm from around me. Skipping ahead, I tug at him to follow. “Come on, Sexy we got things to see. Food to try.”

“You trying to fatten me up?”

“Yes.” I let go of his hand, and walk backwards. “Just so I can have you work it off later.”

His eyes breathe me in, as I indirectly promise he can use me to let it all out. “So, are you in or are you out?”

In two large steps his hands are on my waist, his forehead pressed to mine. “Can’t we just browse casually like normal people?”

“And what would be the fun in that?” I place my hands on his chest, giving him a little nudge “Here’s what we’re going to do. We go down the food aisle, and we each get a turn to feed the other.”

He raises an eyebrow at me and clicks his tongue. “What’s the catch?”

“Your eyes have to be closed.”

“It sounds messy.”

My hands latch behind the back of his neck, and I bring his face down to me. Tilting my head to the side, I whisper into his ear, “I promise I’ll let you clean me up later.”

We've been to more than ten food stalls, somehow falling into a pattern of only choosing desserts. Each stop became an experience my body and my mind wasn't prepared for.

I wanted to taste food, he wanted me to taste his lips. Sweet or sour, he convinced me everything tasted better this way. I lick the flavour off his lips, and he gives it back as he strokes the inside of my mouth.

It was all foreplay. He knew how to drive me wild with the simplest of touches. Public place be damned, he made sure I was lost in him, and I stayed where only he could find me.

“Okay. Okay. This is the last one,” I announce. He starts to close his eyes, but I decide otherwise. “Keep them open for this.” Tilting his head to the side, his facial expression questions what I have planned. I place the small caramel filled chocolate at the edge of my mouth, the other half poking out.

I move closer to his face, my intention clear. Or so he thinks. He leans in to bite the other half, but I move.

“What are you doing, Crazy?”

Without answering, I keep moving further away. Chocolate in between my teeth, and Cheshire cat grin to match. It only takes Drix sixty seconds to be fed up, and catapult towards me.

A shriek leaves my mouth, leaving the chocolate to fall right out. His hands grip the front of my jeans and drag me to him “You made me lose the chocolate,” I pout.

“It’s only fair,” he shrugs. “You had no plans of sharing it.”

“I think I can still taste it,” I say licking my lips.

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