We saunter into the beauteous kitchen and embark on making breakfast. He is making the sausages and bacon, while I am making tea. It is what we agreed on before leaving the bedroom, and we get down on it, spicing our moment together with a few teases and flattery. I must confess that I am enthralled by some of the changes he has embraced over the years. Like this-cooking. He was always of the affirmative opinion that kitchens were for women back then.
I can still vividly recall that my first task every time I went to his house those days was to clean his used dishes from days ago and collect pizza boxes from all corners of the house. He was a messy, sweet jerk back then. And now he is all cool and willed to do this. If I hadn’t witnessed him doing this, I most definitely would not have be
