Chris watched as Amy's eyes began to flit all over the room and silently wondered what she was thinking about.  He bit his lip as her hand brushed him for a moment and impulsively took another large bite of the cake.  With his mind already firmly in his pants the cake's usual power seemed to increase and hit him almost like a punch.<br/><br/>He groaned softly and leaned over to whisper into her ear "Whats on your mind, Amy?"  His breath raced down her shoulder and he squeezed her knee affectionately, waiting for her response.