Page 71 of Offside Rules
"You’ve been looking at my face?"
"It’s unfortunately attached to the rest of you."
I set the boxes down and turn toward her. "Which part were you looking at?"
She takes a little frosting from the bowl marked EXTRA and puts it on the end of my nose.
"Your nose. I realized you were missing something."
I stare at her. She’s trying to keep a straight face and doing a terrible job.
"That’s how you thank me for an entire afternoon of unpaid labor?"
"I wasn’t going to ask you to help, but you opened your big mouth and started overselling your cardboard abilities, if I’m being honest."
"Overselling?"
I scoop a little frosting from the bowl and smear it on her cheek.
Her mouth falls open, but she’s trying to hide a smile.
"What?" I ask. "Apparently, I needed another way to impress you."
"You’re going to clean that up."
"I barely used any."
She wipes her cheek with two fingers, then drags the frosting down the front of my shirt. Her palm follows, pressing against my chest and sliding over my stomach. I tighten my abs beneath her hand.
Her hand stops.
I look down at it, then back at her. Pink creeps into her cheeks, and my cock twitches.
"Something wrong?"
"No." She pulls her hand away. "You’re taller. More shirt to ruin."
"If you wanted to touch my abs, all you had to do was ask."
She reaches toward the frosting bowl again instead of answering. I pick up the small silicone spatula resting against the rim, a little frosting still on its head.
"Wolf."
I hold the handle in my good hand while my other index finger bends the flexible head back just a little.
"Don’t you dare."
I let go.
The frosting lands in her messy bun, with a little catching her forehead.
She gasps, and I lose any chance of keeping a straight face.
"Wolf!"
"You can’t expect me not to retaliate. You’ve seen me on the ice."
She scoops frosting onto her fingers and comes toward me. I set the spatula beside the bowl and back toward the sink, but she catches my jaw with one hand and drags the other down my cheek.
