I could tell what mood she was in by the apron she was wearing. She was mixing something sweet. The air hung heavy with powdered sugar. I slipped into our small kitchen and wrapped my arms around her. I could feel the heat of her back on my chest. I gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. She dipped a finger into that sugary goodness and brought it to my lips. I licked that divine icing from her index finger and whispered, "I want more."