“Starving,” I complain.

"Let's see what there is to eat,” he takes me back in his arms.

"You do know we did it a little while ago, right?" I reminded.

He shrugs, "I want to carry you in my arms." He kissed my lips, that single kiss already turns me on.

"Aren't we doing this very intimate?"  I ask when I realize how much pampering we treat each other.

"No," he answers, cutting the subject, "well ... You can do whatever you want."  He says as I stand up. I check the refrigerator and decide on a sandwich. "Would you like something?"  I ask without looking at him.

"I am...