“Mexican. I’ve got a craving for cheese dip.” Summer pushed gently at Isaac. “But we’re going to have to take another shower, and you’ll have to lend me some clothes. I don’t think anything I own is going to fit me anymore … “
“That’s okay — how about I phone and place an order while you shower?” He scooted away obediently and sat back on his knees, not all bothered about getting dressed just yet as he awaited his boyfriend’s response.
“Ugh, delivery Mexican? No. Absolutely not.” He rolled out of bed, arms and legs everywhere, and straightened with a stretch. “You don’t want to go out to eat, that’s fine, but no on the delivery Mexican.” He made a yucky noise.