Skewered with Pleasure: A Barbecue to Remember

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Alice Atwood, Tim Monster Cock

The sun dipped low, spilling honeyed light across the patio where the scent of hickory smoke and searing spices hung deliciously in the warm air. Alice watched Tim’s hands, sure and steady, as he carefully turned the skewers over the glowing coals, each movement a quiet ritual. Her gaze traced the line of his forearm, the subtle shift of muscle beneath sun-kissed skin, and a slow, warm flush crept up her own neck. He looked up then, his eyes meeting hers, and the world narrowed to that single, breathless point of connection. A gentle breeze carried the sound of distant laughter, but all she heard was the soft cadence of his breathing. The space between them felt charged, a tangible current of unspoken longing that made her fingers tremble. When he offered her the first perfectly cooked morsel, his fingertips barely grazed hers, and a jolt of pure, sweet sensation shot through her arm. The flavor that burst on her tongue was incredible, but it was nothing compared to the dizzying warmth spreading through her chest. In that moment, she felt utterly seen, her entire being focused and cherished like a rare delicacy. This was more than a meal; it was a slow, simmering feast for the heart, a memory being seared into her soul.