"I just don't get it. I know I remember her telling me she was going to "stay the hell away" from our place for at least an hour after you got here," I mumbled.
"Well, there's no reason to dwell on the past when the s**t already happened. So, how about we get cleaned up and then eat the food you made? It smells so damn good, Flower. I have no idea how I survived a week without your cooking," he exclaimed with a dramatic groan. I giggled at his antics before nodding once again, wanting nothing more than to forget about what just happened not even five minutes ago and move past it.
It'd been a few hours since we'd finished eating dinner, but the incident was still lingering in the back of my mind. The only good thing that came from the situation was the fact that the food had ended up cool
