I come back for my phone— I stay for the stranger’s hands and mouth.
He spreads me open on the counter and devours me like I’m his finest creation.
I’m still trembling when my best friend walks in.
She doesn’t stop us. She doesn’t leave.
She joins.
Suddenly, the kitchen isn’t the only thing burning hot.
Two pairs of hands. Two hungry mouths.
Licked, stretched, filled—by the chef and my best friend.
One reckless night. One unforgettable feast. No regrets.