A voice called out “Pizza delivery.” Cindy pulled her wallet out of her purse, opened the door, paid for the pizza, and brought it back to the table.
“Aren’t you going to have some pizza? Are you at least going to stay here long enough for that?
“Look, I want to eat pizza, not you. I was an idiot even offering to swallow you in the first place, and I’m sorry for blowing up our relationship by playing with you like that…
“Damn, I’m doing it again. I got to choose my words better. I just made it sound like I was playing with you like playing with my food. Hell, I can’t even use endearing terms, they all sound like food references.
“Let me say what I’m feeling. I want you as a companion, a lover, a partner, someone to share intimate moments with. Neither of us playing sex slave to the other, although we might discuss that later?
“I want you in my life, not inside my skin and bones. Norishing my mind and soul until we get old together, not a one time calorie shock to my system.”
I sat down across from her.