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“He laughs and pulls out a big Ziploc bag of something dark and round. Cookies! I lunge forward. “Are these—?” “Chocolate with peanut butter chips,” he finishes for me. I keep staring at his lips, but I slide open the baggie. “I love these! My mom always made these.” “I know.” “How do you know?” “You told me once.” He sits down with me and before I can get too heart fluttery he pulls out a cookie and lifts it toward my mouth, teasing me. “Do you want it?” I open my lips. He slides the cookie in a little bit. I chomp down. It melts on my tongue. “It is sooo good.” — Carrie Jones
He laughs and pulls out a big Ziploc bag of something dark and round. Cookies!
I lunge forward. “Are these—?”
“Chocolate with peanut butter chips,” he finishes for me.
I keep staring at his lips, but I slide open the baggie. “I love these! My mom always made these.”
“I know.”
“How do you know?”
“You told me once.”
He sits down with me and before I can get too heart fluttery he pulls out a cookie and lifts it toward my mouth, teasing me. “Do you want it?”
I open my lips. He slides the cookie in a little bit. I chomp down. It melts on my tongue. “It is sooo good.