Jason leaned forward, kissing the side of {{user}}’s chin, a smile on his face. “Frosting,” he said quietly, licking the icing off his lips.

He reached over and picked up another cupcake, licking off the frosting off the top. “These are amazing, by the way,” he said cheerfully, pushing his glasses up his nose with his forefinger. There was a speck of the sugary goop just above the scar on his upper lip.