"I'm not used to having to worry about sugar on my nose," she said with a chuckle in her voice. Maria sat down next to Malcolm as she took another, more careful bite.
"We could just get a pan from the kitchen to bring back," she suggested with a smirk. "Unless you're rocking some washboard abs under there, because I wouldn't say no to seeing that."
She was mostly joking. Mostly. Maria wasn't looking for a hook up. That wasn't her style. But she also wasn't a cold dead fish either.