I stare at Graham as he chews on the eggs I made for him and wait for his reaction. He keeps on chewing before he audibly swallows. “It’s great, babe.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re so full of it.” I laugh and walk over to the tray of muffins on the stove and bring him back one. He bites into it and moans. The lesson I’m learning is I should stick to what I know.
“I can bake like a god, but I can’t make much else to save my life. I don’t even know how that’s possible.”
“You know I don’t care if you cook. Why would you want to put Kelly out of a job?” If it wasn't for Kelly, Graham and I might have starved to death by now. After that first night together we couldn't manage to leave the bedroom. We spent a solid week in there before coming up for air, and thankfully Kelly kept leaving food outs
