“She waves her big spoon. “You can get me that orb-weaver spider from the corner over there.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Don’t you kill it! I need it alive.”“Can I have a jar to catch it with?”“No. Use your hands.”“Why?”“The recipe says so.”Jason arches an eyebrow. “Can I see that?”“Who is the witch here? Me.” She swats him on the arm with her wooden spoon.“Okay, okay.” With a sigh, he heads toward a dark corner.She turns on me and raises her spoon.”

“it's 4:21 am. He's gotta be done having mind-blowing-knock-your-dick-into-your-watch-pocket sex with her, and she's probably spooning with him right now. Ugh, it makes me sick. I'll bet he's in front, too, the dick. Anyone would know that Heaven is supposed to be the little spoon, but he's probably making her be the big spoon.”

“Elizabeth lifted her head and glared at him. “I don’t want you to take me home. You’re fired.”“So you told me. I’m taking you home anyway. You can fire me again when we get there.”“Okay.” Her head dropped to his shoulder, and she was blissfully quiet on the ride home.”

“I love it when you look at me like that,' he murmured, his fingers kneading into the plump flesh of her cheeks, 'How am I looking at you?' she managed. 'Like you want to eat me alive, but you don't have a spoon.”

“I feel like she could drown me in a spoonful of water or crush me with her fingernail clippings. I realize I have no chance.”

“Can I spoon you?”My eyebrows shot up. “Can you what?”The shadow of a smile fluttered on Jake’s lips. “You really don’t know what that is, do you?”An embarrassed flush filled my cheeks as I ducked my head. “No,” I murmured.Jake’s finger came under my chin and tipped my head up to look at him. “It’s okay. I’ll show you.”