It was heaven, a whole pan full of heaven.
It wasn't too tart, too bitter, it was just right.
The honey crust was baked to perfection; it melted in my mouth, the flavor never faltering.
"Oh, Ned! It's wonderful! Your best pie ever!"
I watched his lips turn up in a smile and a blush spread across his cheeks, it made me want to kiss him even more.
"You really liked it?"
"Oh, yes! Defiantly put this one on your menu."
His smile was a comfort to me; I never want to see him without it.
"It's the best lemon pie I've ever had."
The blush grew until it was hard to see the flour that was covering his nose and cheeks.
Oh! How I want to hug him to pieces and kiss him until our lips fall off.
"Put your hands over your head."
"What? Wh-"
"Just do it."
I was hugging him; the warmness seeping threw his clothes, careful not to touch any part that was not covered by clothes.
"I bet the pie maker tastes better then the pie."
