“Hungry?” Isak asks.
“Yeah.”
He pulls the basket closer and starts unloading lots of plastic containers, which doesn’t surprise me in the least; finger foods are his favorite thing to eat, and he indulges in them often. He likes taking his time, savoring every bite, tasting everything, analyzing all the different flavors. He always gives his full attention to the food and refuses to eat in a rush. When I’d asked why, he told me he was tired of gulping down food between clients and meetings and whatnots. His stomach had rebelled against the stress and unhealthy eating habits, so he’d needed the change.
And I love it. Watching him eat is an erotic experience. The way he languidly closes his eyes and moans when he tastes something particularly flavorful has made me hard more than once. The
