Morris's POV
Monica accepted the bag from me with confusion written across her face. Taking advantage of her momentary bewilderment, I scooped up some cake with my fork and guided it toward her mouth. She instinctively accepted it, her lips closing around the fork as I grinned triumphantly. I helped myself to a bite while watching her chew slowly, her eyes fixed on me.
She reached into the bag, pulled out the box, and set it on her lap. When she opened it, her expression transformed into pure shock as she stared at the barely-there lingerie inside. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Before she could speak, I slipped another piece of cake between her lips, effectively silencing any protest. Her eyes widened even further.
