He crossed the room, set the plate on the counter, and began unloading the plastic bags. (...) The melon rolled from the bag and into the sink. Zach picked it up and inhaled. Round and sweet as a lover’s ass.
What is it with authors and sexual food analogies? The last book I read talked about the guy was used to "more prepping before the turkey was stuffed into the oven." And now melon and ass. This is nuts. Heh.