“Chocolate?” It sounded like it would get everywhere but cleanup hardly mattered in a tower that would disappear in a matter of hours. He imagined the tongue over his skin, scooping up warm sweets. He imagined the taste of Caleb mingling with it.

His cheeks flushed deeply.

“I do remember fondly how you enjoyed feeding me apples,” he said. “I wonder if they would be as tasty off my thighs as they were from my fingers.”