I plated the sandwiches and slid one across to her. She took a bite, and her eyes actually closed, and she made a small moan that was deeply unfair to make at a man holding hot food.
"Lukas."
"Yeah."
"This is very good."
"Thanks."
"You may live." She nodded in satisfaction.
I rolled my eyes. "Very generous."
She finished the first sandwich in roughly four bites and reached for the second one. I let her.
'Watching her eat my food is doing things to me that I cannot currently process. Filing this away. Something to come back to.'
"You said you wanted to talk about something," she said, around a mouthful.
I had said that. Right.
I took a breath and said, "I want a harem."
Her response to that was a laugh, big, real, head-tipped-back laughter, and she almost choked on her sandwich, and had to wave me off when I started to get up to pat her back.
"Oh, sweetheart," she wheezed. "Finally. I was wondering when you were going to admit it."
"You were?"
