“You’re going to turn into a funnel cake at this rate.” He gingerly removed a piece under my watchful eye. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Then you could eat me up.” I sucked my sweetly coated thumb. “You don’t have to be funnel cake for that.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on the curve of my neck.”

“You’re going to turn into a funnel cake at this rate.” He gingerly removed a piece under my watchful eye. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Then you could eat me up.” I sucked my sweetly coated thumb. “You don’t have to be funnel cake for that.” He leaned in and planted a kiss on the curve of my neck.”

— Maya Hughes