63. A Taste Of You

ZADIE WILSON

I looked like a sweaty shit!

Although I always try to look my best whenever I am in the kitchen, I still end up looking like a tall pile of shit.

And Ayden was staring at that tall pile of shit right now with a big smile on his face.

“Babe…” I stuttered with wide eyes.

Could it be that it was evening already? I have been working non-stop since I arrived at the diner and obviously lost track of time but there was no way it was closing hours already.

The day was still bright and customers were still flooding the small space of the diner.

Ayden smiled wider, “Hey, baby.”

Before I could stop him, he rounded the barrier between the Kitchen and the eating area and found me behind the kitchen counter, yanked me closer to himself, and kissed me deeply.

I felt heat rushing from the mark on my neck up to my face and down to my pussy as I melted in his hold, forgetting that I was sweating, cooking, and definitely not alone in the diner.

Ayden broke the kiss and he breathlessly