May squeals in delight when Colleen passes hers over, along with a cup of icing. Somehow she manages to hold the giant thing in one hand while she takes a picture of it. Brenden looks just as pleased to be handed his, but he refrains from squealing. He holds it out toward May, letting her get a picture of the two of theirs side by side, before he brings it up to his mouth and takes a large, messy bite.

The tiniest moan escapes him, and my dick twitches in my pants.

When Colleen hands me my cinnamon roll with an oddly knowing smile, I glance down at it, finding that she drew a man’s face. It’s impressive, for icing art, but seems like a fairly uninspired choice. That’s what I get for not having any hobbies or loving anything the way Brenden and May do, I guess.

Brenden thanks Colleen before ushering our group off to the side to make room for all the other sugar fiends behind us. As we’re moving, May peeks at my cinnamon roll and laughs. “Oh that’s cute! She drew you.”

I glance at the design again, wondering if she actually thinks it looks like me, or just that it’s supposed to be me. Then I notice something that wasn’t obvious at first, because drawing in icing isn’t exactly the most precise artform.

The icing man is wearing glasses.

Brenden leans in close to me to look at the cinnamon roll, but I’m looking at him. At his cheekbones, pink lips that are shining from the icing... and his glasses. She drew Brenden for me.

But why?

Is this elementary school teacher secretly some kind of witch who can look inside me and see what I want the most? Or is my desire for Brenden painted clearly across my face now? Have I lost the ability to hide it that I’ve perfected over the years?

It startles me when his eyes meet mine. His expression is unreadable, but I just know he spotted the glasses too. The chatter of May and her grandparents around us fades to background noise. His stare bores into me so hard I’m afraid I might combust.

So I do the first thing I can think of. I swipe my finger right through the icing, smearing the drawing, and then reach out quickly to wipe it across his cheek.

His eyes light up in surprise before he starts laughing. May whips out her phone to take a picture of him, and whatever intense things I was feeling a moment ago ease into something simpler. Something that feels an awful lot like contentment.

I go to offer him a napkin, but he uses his finger to wipe the frosting off his face, then brings it to his mouth to suck it clean. I quickly look away before my dick can get any ideas again.