How do you like my description of a crush at work? Any suggestions?

Blake hurriedly snatched a shake cup behind me. As usual, his baby smooth skin and lips looked sweeter to me than all the chocolate shakes in the world, so I continued to stare at him carefully as the faint whir of the blender sounded and Blakes muscular, blond forearms moved the cup up and down rapidly for maximum effect. "Oh man..." he said. Looking back, chocolate fudge extract had pooled in his palm, dribbling down his kissable, big veiny hands, and onto his wrist. He glanced at me lazily with those cafe-mocha colored eyes, shaking his head slightly at himself.