“What?” Lisa said, batting her eyelashes. “You didn’t like me sucking on your lover’s neck?”

“You are my lover, and as such, you deserve my utmost honesty,” Bennett said, handing Lisa a glass. “So, no, I didn’t like it. My body, on the other hand, found it quite…um…suggestive shall we say.”

Lisa’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, I definitely didn’t mean for that to happen. I was just trying to—”

“Get me angry? Make me jealous?”

“Kind of infantile—huh?”

“Yes, but it worked. I was very angry, and I was very jealous,” Bennett said, clinking her tumbler against Lisa’s. “Cheers.”

Although hesitant about drinking what was in her glass, as soon as Lisa got a whiff, her tentativeness vanished. She drank it all without taking a breath. She set the tumbler down as she licked her lips, and a moment later, Lisa was holding onto the counter to steady herself.

“Are you all right?” Bennett said, putting her empty glass aside.

“Um…yeah. Is it always like that?”

“You mean the surge? Yes, especially when you first start out. You’ll get used to it.”

“It’s quite a head rush.”

Although Bennett managed to keep a straight face, she could do nothing to stop her eyes from twinkling. “Amongst other things.”

Lisa blushed a blush to end all blushes. “Oh, my God. So that happens, too?”

What started out as a chuckle quickly became something so much louder, and the darker Lisa’s cheeks flamed, the louder Bennett’s laughter became. “Those were the days.”

“You mean…you mean…um…you mean what I just felt doesn’t happen to you anymore?”

“Oh no, it definitely happens. I am, however, slightly more well versed in handling that sensation than you are at the moment,” Bennett said, putting the glasses in the dishwasher. “So, you mentioned brunch. Are you hungry?” Lisa replied by waggling her eyebrows, and Bennett laughed again. “I’m talking about food, you dirty girl.”

“I know,” Lisa said with a snort. “And yeah, I’m actually starving.”

“Well, how about I make us a couple of omelets? I’ve got mushrooms, onions, and assorted cheeses. Will that work?”

“My mouth’s watering already.”

Bennett looked down at her ensemble, quickly deciding her yoga pants and baggy top would suffice. “Then why don’t you whisk up some eggs, and I’ll head over to Mario’s Bakery to pick us up some freshly baked bread,” she said, going into the bedroom to grab some shoes.

“Oh, that sounds so good,” Lisa said while she opened and closed a few cabinets. “Mixing bowl?”

“The cupboard to the right of the sink.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Bennett said, striding out wearing a pair of checkered Vans. “Is there anything else you’d like?”

“Maybe something sweet.”

“Okay,” Bennett said, grabbing her coat. “Anything in particular? Sticky buns? Turnovers? Cannoli? Cupcakes? Danish?”