“If you were with me, I’d make sure you’d eat,” I tell her, skimming my fingers back and forth across her stomach, my finger dipping into her navel. “I’d feed you breakfast in bed. All the fresh croissants and butter you could ever want.” “I’d be fat.” “Fat and beautiful.” I lean my face in closer to hers, our lips almost touching. “I would do whatever you wanted as long as it pleased you.”
