He cupped my chin. “You got this.”
“We’ll see.”
“Love that spirit, GoGo,” he droned, heading back into the kitchen, and returning with a plate filled with more food than a linebacker could eat.
He pulled up a tray and set everything on my lap. “There’s no way.”
He chuckled, pulling up a tray of his own. “Eat what you can, baby.”
After grabbing another plate from the kitchen, he sat beside me and opened a beer.
“Have we reached the TV dinner stage of our relationship?” I asked, cutting into my steak.
“I’d say yes, but I haven’t farted in front of you yet.”
I made a mock barf sound and wrinkled my nose. “Small mercies.”
He laughed. “Take your pill.”
“I’ve had two bites,” I argued.
“Yeah, I know. Take it.”
I rolled my eyes, popping the pill into my mouth and swallowing it with water. “Happy?”
“All I care about isyoubein’ happy, Indigo,” he said. “And you will be, as soon as that kicks in.”
“Thanks for taking care of me,” I said, shoving a fry into my mouth. Lord, the man could cook. “And adding to my daily calorie count.”
“Need your thighs a bit thicker when I eat you out.”
I almost choked on my fry. “What the hell?”
He grinned, taking swig of his beer. “You heard me.”
I recovered, focusing on him, and raising an eyebrow. “Are you any good at it?”
“No complaints.”
“That’s what all guys say.”
“How many guys have said that to you?”
“A few.”
“That doesn’t bode well,” he mused.
I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs, or the fact I was trusting him more and more each day, but I couldn’t stop myself from blurting my experience. “Honestly, I’ve only slept with three guys, but my last relationship... if you can call it that... ended because he thought the way to make me, um, come, was to say the alphabet out loud while he was feasting.”
“Fuck me,” he breathed out.
“And hehadto sing the song, Hyde.”
“No fucking way,” he said, obviously trying not to laugh.
“Yep,” I said. “I didn’t end up sleeping with him.”
“Small mercies.”
