CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
They sat on the couch and Eric held her hand. “You almost burned the lasagna.”
“Me? I think it takes two, besides it was worth it.” Linda brushed her hand over his crotch and laughed. “Maybe we should have waited with the shower.”
“Oh baby, that was a nice shower. I’ve fantasized about you in the shower.”
“When? In the desert?”
“No, all the time. You, naked under a giant spout, water pouring over your delicate shoulders, waiting for my arms, my loins, my love to embrace you. Your love is a gift from above, quenching a lifelong thirst, and filling my soul.”
“Whoa, a poet and doesn’t know it. No wonder the lasagna turned out crispy. When you’re hot you’re hot.”
He laughed. “It was delicious, and I liked the crunchy corners. Guess we have enough for tomorrow.”
“Maybe
