I loved our new room. This was more spacious, had a bath tub, and the kitchen was really cool.
It had been only a week but it felt like a very long time because of that dingy tiny room. Here, I could breathe easier.
“Love it?”
I nodded. “I want to cook.”
“Baby... please... I could get any food you want.”
“I don’t want food; I want to cook.”
He sighed, resting his face on my chest. “Whyyyy?”
“Because I love cooking.”
He rolled his head on my chest and it was tickling. “Nooo...”
“What? You do not like my cooking?”
“You know that is not true.” He glared.
“Then, why?”
“God! You are so aggravating!”
My jaws dropped. I was??? I was aggravating??? ME?
“What the holy f**k! You kidnap me, f*****g hook me to wall and pound me senseless, keep me chained in your bed for one whole day,
