Shea Thorne didn't knock, quietly opened the door and went in. Milo Sinclair had his back to the door, organizing the materials on his desk, and didn't notice her.
"Professor Sinclair, good afternoon?" They hadn't seen each other in a while. Hopefully, he wouldn't mention her eating out?
Milo turned around, didn't say a word, and motioned her to come over.
Shea was puzzled, walked over without speaking, and was immediately kissed by Milo as he held her chin.
"Open your mouth," he whispered, then transferred something from his mouth to hers. It wasn't a lingering kiss; Milo quickly pulled away.
In her mouth was a thin slice, it tasted a bit bitter, with a hint of a plant flavor, not hard, but soft in texture.
"Ginseng?" Shea gradually figured out what it was, just as she said the word "ginseng," Milo stopped her, placing a finger on her lips.
