Chris
Lia heads upstairs to go clean up while I dish up for us. I know how she likes her meat, and the lasagne is vegetarian, so I made her steak as well on the side and some salad. She enjoys my vegetarian dishes, but I also know how much she appreciates a nice, decent piece of steak.
She comes down after a couple of minutes wearing her pajama shorts, an oversize plain t-shirt, and some slippers. I find myself staring at her radiant bare legs as she descends from the staircase and she looks up, catching me drooling.
“Careful not to drown the salad, babe. I like it a bit crispy,” she winks at me with a knowing smirk on her face. And I snap out of the trance, letting out a chuckle.
“I can’t help myself,” I confess, shrugging my shoulders.
“I know…” she says with a mischievous smile on
