Gray was, in short, a big eater. I really thought, from the tone of his body and how nonchalant he was about food in general, that he was the type to pick out food and let it go. I was wrong. He had medium pace, savoured food carefully, but ate a lot. I watched in fascination as he took the last piece of the bread, and as if he had just realized I was there, he turned to me.
I broke into a smile, my eyes crinkling. "This is very new."
He shrugged. "You have never seen a man eat?"
Of course, I have. I just never thought it would ever look like instant gratification. I mean, I loved it so much every time Kevin ate my food. Every time he looked up and complimented me.
Gray, on the other hand, hadn't even needed to. He just ate, and I felt like the best cook in the world.
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