"These are pretzels. They're a little searing right now but -"

She takes the pan out of my hands and places it on the counter. Then she presses her lips against mine.

She presses her lips against mine.

She presses her lips against mine.

Holy fuck, I'm kissing a goddess. Her lips are soft and gentle as she caresses my face. I grab her waist, pulling her closer.

"So sweet," she murmurs against my lips.

She begins to kiss my neck and I almost melt into a puddle until teeth sink into my neck and I gasp at the sharp pinch. I push Dipper off me, bringing my hands to my neck and checking my skin. Sure enough, there are two puncture wounds, little holes of purchase.

Not a goddess.