Noah"Open."I open. He puts a strawberry in my mouth and watches me chew like it's his favorite show on HBO.Day one, early afternoon, sun all over the kitchen, and my boyfriend is feeding me lunch one piece at a time.By hand.I’ve never been happier about anything in my life, and I've said so a dozen times, out loud, with supporting arguments.Last night ran long, and I remember every glorious minute, which is a problem for day three."That one was a nine," I tell him. "Slightly underripe. Your fingers carried it.""High praise.""Your fingers could carry anything. They should run the town."He holds up a piece of toast and I take it from his hand with my teeth, along with some knuckle, on purpose. He forced me to stop worshiping him so we could come downstairs and eat.He pulls back and inspects the damage. A dent in the skin, no blood. The grin on him could power the house."You bit me.""I grazed you lightly. Because I want to devour you."I catch his wrist before it gets away a
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