Breathing heavily, Marisa stared in shock as a figure began to rise from behind the marble island. Her gingerbread man continued growing in height and thickness as she gripped the counter behind her, transfixed by the magical sight.
She couldn’t take her eyes off the flesh and blood man now standing before her. He had sexy brown skin the color of molasses, soft black curls on the crown of his head, warm brown eyes and a full mouth turned up into the teasing smile she had designed.
Marisa watched him walk toward her with slow, unsteady steps at first as he gained his balance.
“Run, run, run as fast as you can; I’m going to catch you . . . I’m your gingerbread man!”
(These six lines have been edited for 6SS.)
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