I went to the bathroom and then into the living room. My back was sore from bending over the table all morning so I stretched, grabbing my calves one at a time, my body bending in half. I stood up straight, stretched out my arms and back and then rejoined him at the table. I took the donut from his hands just before it reached his mouth and then put it to mine. "Yum!"

“What the hell?“ He turned his eyes on me. "I'm going to get that back."

I took a bite and talked around my chewing. “Mmm, 'o 'ood!"

He smirked. "I'm warning you. I’m going to get it back."

I stuffed the donut in my mouth as quickly as I could.

And I had most of it in my mouth when he pounced on me. An arm tucked around me and pulled me against him and he stood up so my feet dangled. His other hand was trying to get the rest of the donut out of my hand before I got all of it in my mouth. I screamed as best as I could and tried to keep the donut away from his hand, holding it out.

"Mmm!"

"Gimme the donut, woman!"

He grabbed my arm and tried to pull it down. I kicked at his knees lightly with my toes, not really wanting to hurt him and stretched upwards with all my might to keep the donut away from him.

Finally having swallowed what was in my mouth I retorted, "Never! It’s my donut now!"

"I don't think so!" The grip around my waist slipped, and I slid down against him an odd number of inches so that my face was almost across from his.

Because of what happened last night my composure started to slip as the memories of him pumping into me invaded my mind. I stilled in his grasp. I shoved the remaining bit of the donut in his mouth and then pushed at his chest so he'd release me.

"Fine! Have my sloppy seconds, I don't care,” I retorted, trying to sound much more badass than I felt.

He let me down quickly. There was a moment that his eyes weren't looking at me, but they shifted towards me as he smiled. “Vic’ory!" came from his full mouth.

I rolled my eyes and then sat back down, I ate most of a donut so I wasn't going to get another one. I couldn’t clock an extra hour at the gym at the rate the studying was going. I sipped my coffee and picked my pencil back up. "Barely," I muttered to my notebook.

Kent picked up his cup of coffee to help get the rest of the donut down. "I was going to win and you know it!" He reclaimed his seat next to me.