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Charlie
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WE ENDED UP stopping at the grocery store and grabbing the items needed to make spaghetti. This time it was Maddox who cooked. We also had garlic toast and Caesar salad. Admittedly, he was better at cooking than me. Maybe I should rethink culinary school. I kinda suck at cooking.
“If I keep eating like this, I’m going to need to go on a diet,” I said afterward when we were on the sofa.
“No. We just have to keep burning calories by having more s*x,” he replied, staring up at me from my lap with a twinkle in his eyes. We were in the living room, watching television.
“Yeah. It’s kind of like a never-ending circle. You eat after having s*x, because you’ve worked up an appetite. You then have s*x to burn off the calories.”
“It’s the circle of life.”
“Only, without ki
