“How much more? I only ever eat one slice,” she said leaning back against his legs with a sigh.
“But isn’t it easier to not make a mess at all?” Nathaniel asked her.
“A few more slices, at least,” He kissed he cheek. “Like, two more.”
Amelie shook her head. “No, no. Definitely not.”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”