60. Rose, feisty and sweet

The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, and after a brief moment of resistance, he finally leaned forward, surrendering to the temptation that lay before him.

With a teasing smile, I moved the chip closer to his lips, my fingers brushing against his skin as I fed him. It was a small, intimate gesture that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched intently as his lips closed around the chip, savoring the flavors that exploded in his mouth.

"How is it?" I asked, unable to contain my curiosity. My voice held a hint of anticipation, a desire for his approval.

I wanted him to love it, to find the same pleasure in the taste that I did. Perhaps then, I could have an excuse to indulge in this guilty pleasure more often.

"Not that good" his words vanished the smile from my lips.

He never fails to ruin my mood.

"It is deeply fried in oil which could be dangerous to the health and is no less than any poison" he argued

"What does a monkey know about the taste of ginger?" I mumbled

"What did you just