"Its delicious"
I had eaten half the cake already. It was vanilla and chocolate, filled to the brim with the adorning cream of ecstasy and flesh. There was a hunger and a craving for desserts unlike any food. Raw turkey grilled was also there with salami and fresh corn pizza, but he said we could reheat it and have it later since both could give me a bad tummy.
"Eat slow...", he warned, in the most puppy-like sound possible.
I munched like a hog, who hadn't seen food in weeks. There was this unusual tone he was giving me lately which was absolutely weird and hilarious, when I came to think of it. Unless and until, he needed the proof that I was actually enjoying this new version of him.
"You should eat more", he looked at my arms and legs, which were fished in a long jacket and thick j
