What's your favorite dessert?
His eyes followed the spoon from the bowl, watched as she scraped the creamy vanilla ice cream across her tongue.
“Mmm,” she mumbled.
He leaned in, his breath hot on her cheek.
She grinned, “One spoonful left. You want me to share?”
A low growl erupted from his throat. She giggled, scraping up the last blob. Her lips closed around it. He howled.
She patted his head, “Sorry Dexter, ice cream’s not good for dogs.”