“What smells good?” I asked, nose sniffing in the air. “Oh, right. I made dinner.” “Dinner?” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, Matthew, I do think you’ve found the way to my heart. I hope you know you’re ruining me for all other men.” “Yeah, that’s the point, baby.” He chuckled, giving me a small smile of his own. Because he knew how much I loved food. How often had he watched me eat? He had seen how I delighted in it, savored every bite. And he hadn’t thought I was weird, like so many others had.
