After three days, I knew Keith a lot better. We played card games. He cheated. We watched all sorts of movies and he showed me some of his favorite cooking shows. I really liked the cooking contest shows.
He cooked every meal and it seemed like each one was better than the last. Keith said it was love that made it better and I turned red for damn near twenty minutes. I was really happy when he let me help with cutting things. I may not be great in the kitchen, but I can handle a knife.
Every night, Keith walked me to the bedroom door and handed me the shirt off his back. He stayed until the last lock was thrown and was always cooking breakfast when I got up. We pretty much spent every minute together and there were a lot of times when we just sat and talked.
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