The Unwanted Matrimonial
, I asked when I laid my eyes on his 8 slices of haven
“That it is”, he grabbed a slide and shove it down his throat, my mouth watered, and I licked my lips
“Why do we have different pizzas anyway?”, I complained, and he gave a little shrug
“I didn't want to be disturbed, which you are right now. Can you just see what you have and stop staring at me while I eat? It's creepy”, he gave me the side eye, continuing to murdering the pizza with his teeth.