Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

each other. The way my body sang with his, the way he felt at home when he
was inside me.
This first time with him was everything I ever thought it would be.
“Chicken nuggets.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
“Of course it was, you're so predictable.”
He pinched my side and I yelped before laughing. “What was yours?”
“Cereals.” I bit my lip. “It drove mama crazy. She would always make
these delicious Mexican dishes and here I was crying because I wanted to eat
Cheerios for dinner for the fourth time that week.” A small smile grazed my
lips as I thought of her and papa. “I didn’t grow out of it until I was seven or
something, I was a nightmare.”
He chuckled and brought me closer to his body. “I can totally see you as
brat, somehow.” It was my turn to pinch him and act like I was offended. He
just laughed again and hugged me closer to his body.
“It helped that mama loved to cook, you know? She tried feeding me just
about anything under the sun until I developed a new favorite food that was
actually dinner appropriate.”
“What was that?”
“Lasagna.” I mumbled, still not over the fact that his hot neighbor used to
cook that for him. He seemed to catch onto that and laughed a little louder. I
smiled, loving the sound.
“Well, you can make me lasagna any day you want, baby. I’m sure it’s the
best I’ll ever taste. Just like you.” He kissed my lips tenderly and I sighed in
delight. “You seem to have been close to your mom.” My smile dimmed a bit
when he said that but I nodded sadly.