“Smells so good in here, babes.” Jill moans, finding herself behind you and Claire as you both stand at the counter. Mixing some kind of batter, rolling dough and whatnot.

“Whatcha’ guys makin’?” she soon adds, leaning over your like an excited little girl who’s mom just allowed inside a candy shop. “Can I have a taste—“

“No.”

Well, damn.

“It’s not even near finished yet. Unless you want to get salmonella, then go ahead. Dig in.” scoffs the redhead, flicking a finger at Jill’s nose. Teasing. Taunting.

“Okay, I get it, jeez .. don’t have to be so mean about.”

Aaanndd, she’s pouting now.