My mouth opened, closed, opened again. “You want me to have dinner with you?” “I mean, if that’s weird, I could leave the room, and you could eat. After all, the goal is just feeding you. I don’t technically need to be there.” Unexpectedly, I laughed. There was a nervous fluttering in my stomach, but I was ravenous with it. I wasn’t sure what the fuck I was doing, but I found myself nodding. “I really like spaghetti Bolognese.”
