[ He doesn't stop touching her when they pull back, eyes fluttering open slowly; the whole atmosphere for the evening is languid, and Baby feels relaxed now, the nervousness from earlier completely gone from his frame as he leans back against the kitchen table. For a split second, he's reminded of mentioning Kimberly to Robbie and the awkwardness that ensued, how Robbie said that they both should have a talk with her.
And maybe Baby will, at some point. But right now, he's having a delicious time, the kitchen starting to fill up with the smells of the fried chicken and its special secret ingredient, mixing with the spiciness of the bourbon-maple sauce and the waffles he's prepared just a bit earlier. All of it combined with the taste of Kimberly's lips is all too good for him to want to disrupt it in any way.
It feels like only a second and an eternity at the same time, when his phone beeps with his timer, and Baby licks his lips, brushing hair off the side of Kimberly's face. ]
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And maybe Baby will, at some point. But right now, he's having a delicious time, the kitchen starting to fill up with the smells of the fried chicken and its special secret ingredient, mixing with the spiciness of the bourbon-maple sauce and the waffles he's prepared just a bit earlier. All of it combined with the taste of Kimberly's lips is all too good for him to want to disrupt it in any way.
It feels like only a second and an eternity at the same time, when his phone beeps with his timer, and Baby licks his lips, brushing hair off the side of Kimberly's face. ]
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