Half an hour later, they sat cross-legged on the bed, devouring the dinner Lance had ordered. Annalise was swallowed up by one of his huge robes, and Lance was wearing a pair of boxer shorts. She ate indelicately, with her fingers, foregoing the utensils. What she was having didn’t need a fork or a knife anyway. Another sign of how relaxed she was at that very instant.
“I am glad dinner is to your liking… Dear God, you are one famished woman!” Lance exclaimed, looking at her while she was licking her fingers one by one, like a dockworker.
“What can I do? I love eating and I’m famished. Because of you, I hardly ate at lunch and had to skip dinner. Besides, you ordered everything I liked.”
Annalise was amazed by the way Lance was trying to make her happy. It was incredibly endearing.
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