Elle
We ate sitting on the bed. He laughed every time my happy food dance jostled the plates. I couldn’t help it; everything is so good, so my happy dances are always extra happy.
“I swear I’m gonna get so fat,” I said as I popped some bacon into my mouth and wiggled my hips.
“Nah,” Everett said with a chuckle. “You dance away the calories as soon as you eat them.”
“Food makes me happy and when I’m happy I dance,” I said.
“I will gladly feed you just to see your happy dance,” he replied.
When we finished breakfast, Everett gathered up the dishes and set them back on the tray. While he returned them, I quickly went to my closet to get dressed. Looking outside it looked to be another cloudy chilly day but at least it wasn’t misting. I pulled on a pair of yoga pants
