For my growling stomach, it was indeed heaven. My nostrils flared with joy when Paul brought me back to his bedroom. The scent of food from somewhere distracted me from his kisses. Paul’s lips parted from mine as he continued to carry me to the balcony where the smell was coming from.
“These are takeaways from the restaurant,” he whispered before letting me go and sitting me on the chair. “Now, I won’t let you choose if it’s me or the food. I think I knew the answer,” he laughed and then kissed me on the forehead.
I licked my lips, unsure of what to eat first. “How did you know?” I asked, looking at him, feeling embarrassed.
“You gave your lunch away to your coworker, and I bet you didn’t have any on your way,” he guessed, sitting on the chair across from me.
I nodded, agreeing with
