Hannah took the spoon, her eyes wide with anticipation. She brought it to her lips, tasting the sauce carefully. Her eyes widened further as she savored the flavor. "Mmm," she murmured, her voice filled with delight. "That's delicious, Jack. You're a great cook."
I chuckled, my fingers still tinged with Julie's wetness, her scent, her taste. "Thank you, Hannah," I said, my voice smooth and charming. "I'm glad you like it."
Hannah smiled, her eyes filled with happiness. "I do," she said, her voice eager and excited. "It's really good."
Hannah didn't seem convinced, her eyes narrowing as she looked at her mother. "Mom," she said, her voice soft but insistent. "You look... different. Your face is all red, and you're breathing heavily. Are you sure you're okay?"
