Izzy watched him jump up and grab the empty containers, leaving one on the coffee table. He bounded into the kitchen, she heard doors opening and closing then he was back. He could go from turtle speed to rabbit speed in the blink of an eye. She followed him across the room as he bounced back into the living room and stand in front of her. “I made a decision, partial dessert, then shower, then more dessert,” he said smiling at her like he’d just figured out the theory for cold fusion. He looked so proud she couldn’t help but smile up at him. “Dessert twice? I’m starting to think this is a Hansel and Gretel scenario where you are trying to fatten me up so you can toss me in an oven and eat me,” she said nervously giggling at him. “Oh, I’ll eat you, baby,” he said leaning over her bracing his hands on the back of the couch, “I just won’t cook you first, I like my women raw. And yes, I’m totally trying to add more curves to that luscious body. More curves, more of you to love,”
