Celine rolls off the sofa onto the floor and quickly stands, moving quickly for the kitchen. She grabs a sandwich from the large sharing plate. She doesn’t wait for a plate, or to move to the dining table, and just shoves it in her mouth. She moans gently as the grease and ketchup melt down her throat. She swallows quickly.
“Thank you. You bacon making God.” She walks around the island, grips Nate’s collar in one hand and pulls him low enough that she can give him a peck on the cheek, before releasing him and retreating. Nate hands her a plate with several sandwiches on which she takes to the dining table. Once she had sat down, she looked around, Nate still looked shocked and a little pink in the cheeks.
Fi and Sammy are still laughing on the sofa, and George… George had an odd look on
