“I can’t persuade Klipp to eat her crusts.” I complain late one night over a glass of red.
“Why should she?”
“Aren’t they good for you?”
“It’s the same dough as the rest of the loaf just cooked more. It has no greater nutritional value.”
I slide off the sofa for various reasons.
“Why should she?”
“Aren’t they good for you?”
“It’s the same dough as the rest of the loaf just cooked more. It has no greater nutritional value.”
I slide off the sofa for various reasons.
I shiver, my skin breaking out into tiny goosebumps.
“Are you cold?” He whispers, his lips brushing my ear, making the fine hairs ripple.
“A little.” I grin, pressing against his thigh.
He runs a hand down the curve of my spine... “You should put a jumper on.”
“Are you cold?” He whispers, his lips brushing my ear, making the fine hairs ripple.
“A little.” I grin, pressing against his thigh.
He runs a hand down the curve of my spine... “You should put a jumper on.”