Everly felt like she wouldn't have minded just laying in his arms for a while longer, and just enjoy the moment. But unfortunately, 'talking' meant getting dressed.
"Are you hungry?" Michael asked while they got decent.
Everly was confused by the question. "I thought we were supposed to be,you know- Talking."
He chuckled lightly at this. "That's the plan. But I'm not saying a word until you're fed. I don't want you ending up twice as mad at me because you're farmished. So,try answering my question this time. Do you want food or not?"
"You're mean, but yes. I could eat." She told him when she recalled that she had a taco for lunch,and nothing else since then.
"You're cooking?" She asked, only to put him on the spot. Because she knew that he'd probably have a hard time just boiling wat
