I'm following off of last week's snippet from The Merchant's Love. Faelen and Maxen were about to have a picnic. This snippet comes toward the of their lunch. (It's a little longer than it should be, but I thought it was necessary.)
"Don’t you have to go back to your office?”
“But we haven’t finished lunch. We still have the best part left. Unless you have to get back to the palace.”
Faelen tilted his head. “What’s left of lunch?”
“Dessert, of course.” With a grin, Maxen retrieved the pastries from the bottom of the basket and unwrapped them to reveal spirals of dough sticky with honey, nuts, and spices. “We should have something sweet, shouldn’t we?”
Faelen’s eyes were wide, and he bit his lip. “I suppose we should.”
Maxen handed over one of the pastries, and Faelen bit into it immediately. The noise he made—a quiet little sound that was almost a moan—hit Maxen like a punch in the stomach. Faelen’s eyes closed as he savored the sugary bite. Would his face look that way if he were lost in pleasure of another kind? The thought flashed like lightning through Maxen.