SABBIE
“How about… I make dinner.” I suggested knowing no good place would be open. “We could swing by a store, pick up some ingredients.”
“Yeah? What do you feel like having?” s*x… with you, in my bed. I snorted at myself and winced as I took too deep of a breath. As if I could... stupid bruises.
“How about chicken , pasta, and veggies?” That was simple enough. I knew I had all the spices at home, I’d get thighs or breasts and just toss it in a pan until done.
“Sounds good to me, we’ll see what is on sale.” He told me and I smiled as he pulled into the store right off the freeway. We walked in, headed for the meat department first, I saw two breasts in a package and scooped it up before heading with him to the produce. He grabbed some broccoli and then we went right to the sauces.
