His tongue moved over his lips and I wondered if he could taste it– the sweetness.
As if his words were fading in and out, the world moved in jagged slow motions, as I stared at his lips– full and beautiful and chocolate stained.
“Here’s a napkin,” I told him abruptly.
He smiled, held it in his hand and continued speaking. Innocent, boyish.
“There’s chocolate on your mouth,” I finally said.
Startled, he wiped his mouth with the napkin. Even still, on the edge of his bottom lip, a small smudge remained.
“Is it gone?” he asks me.
“Yes. It’s gone.”