“I opened my eyes to find a pair of eyes the color of matcha infused with lightly roasted cocoa beans, and framed by incredibly long lashes, peering down at me. From memory, I knew that the frown on his face hid a lone dimple on the left cheek. A faint scar cut through his right eyebrow, making him look like he'd been in a knife fight. Some people had argued that the overall combination could be called hot, but I wouldn't go that far. Maybe he could be classified as cute, at best, but I certainly wouldn't be caught dead saying that--- at least not within hearing distance. He smelled as nice as I remembered, too, like citrus, spice, and sunshine. Him. The last person on Earth I had expected to see.” ChildhoodEnemies To Lovers RomanceFrenemyHandsome Man Book:Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice Source: Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice
“When the heavenly combination of sweet strawberries and gooey, fluffy pancakes exploded in my mouth, I let out a low, throaty moan that wasn't suitable for the breakfast table. Those girls he was talking about? Yeah, they knew what was up, because honestly, who wouldn't want to be eating these for the rest of their lives? Just for the pancakes alone, I'd marry him in a heartbeat. Men who can cook are hot AF. He was an excellent cook. Perhaps that first bite was a bit of a fluke. I was starving, so my tastebuds were probably warped. But when the second and third bites were followed by the second and third moans, it became obvious that his pancakes were making me experience something orgasmic. In fact, the closest thing I'd had to a non-battery-operated orgasm in a while. "Who are you?" I looked up to see him staring at me, his eyes darkening, and his fork suspended in midair. "Eric never mentioned his friend being a culinary genius." He slowly lowered the fork, his eyes still on mine. "Told you so." "Relax. I won't leap over this countertop and profess my undying love to you, or, God forbid, jump your bones." I speared the last piece, then wiped the remaining strawberry jam with it, making sure not to miss a single morsel. "Not even your pancake can make me like you." "Maybe my homemade waffles could change your mind." Glasses + pancakes + waffles? I could be in huge trouble.” PancakesWafflesEnemies To Lovers RomanceFoodgasmDream ManRepressed Feelings Book:Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice Source: Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice
“Your favorite color is mint green. You like dramas and comedies. Can't stand gory movies. Hate carrot cakes but will never say no to brownies. You love all animals, except spiders. Your favorite candy is Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. You can't stand bullies and attention seekers. You'll try everything in life once, because you want to prove that you can live as normal a life as everyone else." He stopped at the dazed look on my face. "What? Have I got it all wrong?" That was the problem. He didn't. He got all of them right.” Enemies To Lovers RomancePreferencesKnowing SomeoneMemorized Book:Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice Source: Salty, Spiced, and a Little Bit Nice