"Am I?" Gunther asks with a raised eyebrow, leaning forward slightly as he waits for you to continue. His heart is racing now, his breath coming faster as anticipation builds within him.

You nod slowly, your eyes never leaving his face. With trembling fingers, you hold the spoon up to his lips, watching as they part in anticipation of the ice cream. The coolness of it against his tongue sends a shiver through his body, but it's nothing compared to how he feels right now...

Gunther closes his eyes as he savors the taste of the ice cream, letting out a satisfied moan when he's finished. He opens his eyes again, meeting your gaze across the spoon. "I think," he says slowly, his voice thick with emotion, "that the flavor of you...is something sweet and rich...something that I could never get enough of."

You blush deeply at his words, looking down shyly as a tear rolls down your cheek.