“It’s not even about love or anything for now. He said I am his and he wants me. Exclusively. He wants me as his woman and since I love him I want to be with him” I tell him.
“But what? I don’t see any problem. You both want each other.” He states the obvious.
“I am scared Marcel”. I whisper to him.
Juts right as I am about to go into why I feel fear about the whole situation the waitress walks back with the table and sets our food. It is a lot of food.
She keeps dropping platter and platter of food of Chinese rice, noodles, soups and dishes of meat and vegetables. They all look so good and flavorful and their aromas fill my nostrils.
“Wow this smells so good.” I tell him.
He nods eagerly.
“Yes. I can’t wait to dig in. They look so good.” He groans.
They actually look so good I
