[The icing is nothing exceptional despite how it had looked- sweet sugar and vanilla, a dash of butterscotch. As the taste lingers on [his] tongue, a series of brief but tangible sensations suddenly sweep through, carrying with them visceral emotions of warmth and familiarity--
a gentle, maternal hand brushes through [his] hair
skin pressed to [his] forehead, a friend's breath sharing [his] own
cautious fingers weave through [his], squeezing tightly
eating something
a gentle, maternal hand brushes through [his] hair
skin pressed to [his] forehead, a friend's breath sharing [his] own
cautious fingers weave through [his], squeezing tightly
the soft lips of a lover on [his] cheek
It's gone as quickly as it came.]