[Christian Castillo]
She chews the food slowly, like she’s savoring every taste hitting her tongue. Occasionally, she hums in quiet satisfaction, eyes closed. The fork delicately held in between her fingers, her hair still disheveled and the big t-shirt bunched up her thighs, revealing a succulent amount of skin enough to want to make me kiss her fiercely. I don’t realize how long I watched her nibble on the food. She had said she loved eating whatever I cooked, and to my astonishment I was enjoying watching her eat.
She coughs a little and I offer her a glass of water which she mutters a thank you at me as she gulps it down. After a while, she sets the food down and pushes the plate slightly away, “Thank you for the food. It was delicious.”
I take the plate to the sink, shrugging,
