he’d bring the wine, you’d bring the pizza. I bet he’d spend a lot of time picking out the exact wine he feels would fit the night best, and you’d be pleasantly surprised by how much you enjoy its taste. similarly, he’d love the pizza you choose. he’d giggle when you feed him pepperoni and accidentally get a bit of sauce on his lips. you make it up to him by kissing it off. he smiles silently as he watches you pull away from him to lick your own lips. you know by the look in his eyes that he no longer cares about the food and drinks. all he wants to taste now is you, and he isn’t going to wait very long to get it.
Kat 