Antonio came over with a huge tray of Italian food and began to set the dishes out in front of us.
“Ravioli, risotto Milanese, spaghetti and meatballs, chicken parmesan, linguini with clams, caprese salad, and of course, lasagna.”
I took a bite of the lasagna. “Damn, that’s good.”
Chris reached out to take a forkful.
“I don’t know if I like you enough to share this with you,” I told him, fencing his fork out of the way.
“That’s funny,” he said with a smirk, “considering you liked me enough to have my tongue on your clit last night.”
46
Grace
“That’s my new favorite restaurant,” I said as I staggered out of the elevator. Antonio had loaded us down with bags of leftover food, and I was going in for round two after I had a nap.
Chris set the food on the counter while I flopped on the couch. Then he came over, half straddling me to kiss me.
“I have tomato breath,” I complained.
“Yeah,” Chris said, “and that makes you addicting.”
His hands pushed up under my black polo shirt.
Beep! Beep!sounded softly through the open kitchen and living area.
“That better not be your alarm,” I warned Chris, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He looked up and smirked.
“It’s yours.” He swung his leg off the couch, and I felt slightly cold without his body next to mine.
“Your laptop is dying,” he said, bringing me my computer.
“Ugh, my cable is in my bag,” I said, making a grabbing motion from the couch.
“This one?” Chris asked, picking up my camera bag and unzipping a side pocket.
“No!” I shouted, trying to lunge, but ended up only rolling off the sofa like an elephant seal.
It was too late. A rainbow of condoms cascaded out of the bag, bouncing all over me and the floor.
“Shit.”
“What the hell is this?” Chris spat. “Are you cheating on me?”
“With who?” I demanded from the floor.
Mental note, do not eat so much in one sitting.
“I spend all my time at work or with you!”
“Then why do you have all these condoms?” he roared.
“Safe sex, asshole!” I yelled back at him.
“These aren’t even my size!” he snarled.
