His plate is clean before I’m five bites in. He sits back, wiping his hands on his napkin. “I’ve never had food as good as what you cook, sweetheart. Worth kidnapping you for.” I gasp. He gives me that lopsided smile as he gets up. “I’m gonna work you over and work you out tonight,” he says. “So you rest up today while I batten down the hatches for the storm tomorrow.”
Im delulu bc it doesnt get better than this
