I look up at him again from across the table. He was casually reading the news off his phone as if what went down ten minutes ago didn't happen. I look back down at my bowl, mindlessly stirring the now soggy corn flakes.

     If there was one thing that I could do to make him answer me, it was going to be this. I dropped the spoon. The clink echoed in the kitchen but he didn't look up. His eyes didn't meet mine until I was on my knees in front of him. I moved his chair to face me. He asked me what I was doing. I ignored his question since he couldn't answer mine. My hands slid up his thighs until they found the belt. Without breaking eye contact, I undo his belt and unzip his pants. He doesn't stop me.

     I pull his pants down to his knees. I lick my lips because I know he likes it wet. I stroke it slow before asking one last time. He's strong willed, I have to give it to him, but my goal was to break him. Without warning, I slid it in my mouth. My lips grazing the tip then moving up ever so slightly. His head fell back against the chair. My tongue curved around him as I hummed a certain tune. He eventually steadied his breathing and his moans soon matched mine. I watched him as he was reaching his peak.

     Just as soon as I'd gone in, I came out. His head whipped back up as I wiped my bottom lip. He was speechless and I was smiling. If I had a mirror, I could probably say that I looked devious in that moment. He sat there contemplating what to say next as I got up.

          "Wh--What are you doing?" He asks breathless and confused.

          "What do you mean?" I respond innocently. He points to his groin.

          "Does this have to do with---" He begins to ask.

          "Yes! I didn't ask for much."

          "You think you're so slick." He chuckles.

          "I almost had you, admit it." The corners of my mouth curl up again.

          "Believe what you like, fact of the matter is, I'm still not telling you."

          "I know you're sworn to secrecy but, you can tell me! I won't saying anything! You know I'm good at keeping secrets." I plea

          "Listen, Amelia..." He sighs, pain flashing through his eyes.

          "Just give me a ball park at least. I don't want to be strung along forever."

          "You're going to have to wait like everyone else." He finally gives up and pulls up his pants.

          "But you don't understand. I've grown up on these books. I need to know when the next one comes out. The author has been my idol ever since I was 10!"

          "Don't tell me you only married me because I work at your idol's publishing agency." He asked sarcastically. I was glad he still had his humor for my sake. I'd never teased him like that before.

          "Of course not, Darling."

          "Because, if I wasn't mistaken, that's what it sounds like." He gets up and walks toward me. His eyes locked onto mine like a target. I walked until I felt the wall. His palm sprawled flat on the wall next to my head. I was pinned. "Are you going to finish what you started?" He asked a bit more seriously. At first, I didn't know how to answer.

          "You know what you have to do." I say back. My face matched his, but I'd be lying if I said my knees weren't a little weak. Despite that, I wanted to test his boundaries. I wanted to see what he was going to do to me.

     Next thing we knew, there was a knock on the door. I glanced at the door as if it weren't real, then I looked back at him. We stared at each other until the sound came again.

          "Hello, is anyone in there? I wanted to know if anyone wanted any girl scout cookies?" The voice of our old neighbor from downstairs rang through the room.

          I smirked at him. "Yes, Mrs. Clint, I'll be right there." I yelled.

          "Ok, dearie, take your time." I was about to slide out from under his arm when he grabbed me.

          "This isn't over." He whispered in my ear before letting go. He ran to the couch and grabbed a pillow to cover himself as I opened the door.

          "Amelia! How are you? Is John here too?" Mrs. Clint asked in her sweetest voice. John peeks around the corner. One hand waving and the other holding the pillow in front of his crotch. "These three darling little girls convinced me to buy six boxes of cookies the other day, and my goodness, I can't possibly eat them all. I think one box is good enough for me and Mr. Clint. You know he has to watch his sugar intake, but a cookie here and there is always fine."

          "Yeah, those scouts can be quite charming." I look back to John, who's currently standing behind me. "She has cookies, which ones do you want?"

          "I have all sorts of flavors." Mrs. Clint chimes in.

          "Any kind. It Doesn't matter." He waves the subject off.

          "We'll take them all." I tell her. She gives me the bag with the 5 boxes.

          "Thanks again, Mrs. Clint."

          "Enjoy the rest of your day, dearie." I close the door and look back to see John glaring at me.

          "Listen, you're right. I'm no more special than any other fan. I have to wait like everyone else. Here," I hold out the bag. "Take the cookies as a peace offering."

          He throws the pillow to the side and walks toward me, pinning me against the door. "Do you really think cookies are enough?"

          "Maybe." I try to say innocently. He takes the bag out of my hand and leans in. He whispers my name as his fingers traced the contour of my waist.

           They eventually found themselves lingering around my chest. "You can't just do that to me, tease me then leave. It's time for payback." I hear the click of the lock as his hand slides back from the doorknob.