"No! Not like that babe!" I yelled when he was about to put the sugar on the water
"What? You said add it" he said setting down the spoon of sugar
"Yes, Harry. But not there.."
"Here." I said placing the dough in front of him
"Should have said earlier" he chuckled getting the dough and mixing sugar in it
"Hold on babe, I'll taste" I gripped his wrist, dipping my finger on the dough and licking it.
He eyed me all the time, I was licking the dough off my finger.
"How was it?"
"It's great" I smiled turning my back on him to get the milk from the fridge, and when I faced him his pouting that made me laugh
"What?"
"You didn't let me taste the dough" he pouted even more
"Oh sorry! Go on, taste." I looked at him waiting for him to taste our recipe, he just looked at me then the dough then me, then the dough.
"Harry, you can't actually taste the dough if you're just going to stare at it" I giggled and he just looked at me, wtf?
"What? I thought you said you want to taste the dough?"
"Yes I did."
"Then why don't taste it?" I asked placing my arms in front of my chest
"I thought you're going to dip you're finger on it again and let me clean you" he said mischievously but his face was showing an innocent look of a boy
"Are you serious Harry? I have no time for your horniness" I made a 'tsk' sound ignoring him
"What? I'm not being horny! I just want to taste the dough on your finger, because if there's a dough on your finger, I consider it as dirty. That's why I'm supposed to clean it for you" he whined and reasoned like a child
"Seriously Styles?"
"Seriously." He said and I sighed, I looked at him one more time before dipping my finger and giving it to him
A smug and mischievous smile was plastered on his face the time he gripped my hand, I know exactly what will happen next.