Well, here I was, straddling him on the couch in his house after a hot make-out session. I knew when I was leaving with him that a make-out session was inevitable.
“Want something to eat?” He questioned and of course, I shook my head because I felt like I was foodphobic or something.
“Did you eat your lunch?” He asked making me bit my lip because obviously I didn’t. I mean, food isn’t important to me in any way.
“No, I had other things to do.” I shrugged.
“How many times do I have to tell you that you’re not allowed to skip the meals?” He wasn’t playing. I know he was scared of the condition he saw me in when I didn’t eat.
“Sorry, mom.” I also wasn’t in the mood to get scolded for a meal.
“Ew… Don’t call me that. I was just sucking your mouth.”
“You are disgusting.” I scrunched my
