She tenses for a moment and shakes her head. “No, it’s not that. I just…I can’t eat much. I’m a model, remember?” I push away from the kitchen counter and walk up to her, my hands wrapping around her waist, my fingers touching on either end. “Rave, you can afford to eat a little more. You’d still be the sexiest woman alive, you know?” Her eyes widen, and then she smirks. “Is that so?”
