She makes a considering noise — a low hum in the back of her throat.

Turning her head, she carefully twists toward the cheesecake, reaching out to snag her quarry between two nimble fingers.

His hands find their way under her camisole, and she gasps. With her body angled the way it is, he'll see the way her stomach constricts, the muscle running the length of her neck tightening.

It doesn't take much. Just skin on skin.

"Well. Then I guess that makes this mine. Fair an' square."

She straightens, biting into the sticky strawberry.