Naomi
Erik was funny as he moaned and groaned loudly. He wasn’t hiding the fact that he had eaten far too much. I tried to hide my amusement, but he was making it very difficult.
“So. Full!” he declared for the hundredth time. He was seated low in the passenger seat, and he had undone his belt and the button of his jeans had been popped open. Thankfully, all I could see was his belly.
“You really didn’t have to eat it all,” I told him. “The rest of the table would’ve helped,” I added. Erik groaned, and I glanced over to see his eyes were closed.
“Now she tells me,” he muttered softly, and I chuckled as I drove us toward the vineyard. I had a feeling he would enjoy it. Then again, I didn’t actually know Erik. As the silence stretched, I soon realized that he had dozed off, and I smile
