...and everything else that's perfection on a plate minus the pork. It disagrees with his beliefs.
Everyone has kryptonite to make them human. His fear of bacon oddly makes him real to me. Tangible via footsie under the table. Why can't I stop staring at those eyes?
I ordered the pasta (seafood alfredo) partnered with raspberry lemonade but the food wasn't nearly as delicious as his kiss. Delectable lips, I feel myself getting spoiled {already}.
*blushes*
The rest of the day after spilling the beans to my girlfriends are a blur because I've been flying ever since.
Damn...
Peace (& hairgrease) Earthlings,
Bluebelle
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