Connor
"Do you have food at your house?" Edward ran his fingers through my hair as I sat down on the cloud soft rug and he on the couch.
My head rested on his lap as I hugged his leg enjoying the feel of him. "Edward, not everything is about food."
"I know but I don't have any in my fridge and I'm feeling extremely peckish. You have to understand my reasoning."
I let out a sigh and fully relaxed against him. "I don't have much food either. I was in Spain for two weeks. Anything there must have gone bad unless you don't mind cereal."
"What kind of cereal?"
"High fibre."
"No thank you, I don't want my colon to explode today," he loudly laughed, irritating me.
"Then you aren't hungry enough," I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you just order groceries?"
"Can't trust this online business. What if they give me a bad apple? Can't return it."
