Chapter 113

AUTUMN

I place my half-eaten cheeseburger down. "So, when do I get the lobster?"

We're on the bed, sitting across from one another, the television playing in the background. After the shower, I put on one of my comfy sleep-shirts with a fresh pair of panties while Alex opted for some pajama pants and a night-tee. We started flipping between movies when there was a knock at the door with our food. Bringing our dinner to the bed, we've been devouring the stuff greedily.

Alex stops chewing, an eyebrow raised at my question. He glances around the tray as if he forgot to order something.

"Because - " I go on before he can answer, " - don't think I didn't notice there wasn't any on the plane. You said, and I quote, ‘first it was motels and gas-station food. Then came jacuzzies and lobster."

"When did I say this?"

"After you got me gas-station food."

He thinks about it with a grin. "You're right. I did promise lobster."

"And jacuzzies."