A warm meal and a quiet night

KIADA we are all just fighting to survive a world, where 'i miss you' doesn't mean I'm coming back. Her heart thunders in her chest, arms snaking around him to keep them close when the kiss is broken – but even this doesn’t last as long as she wishes it does. She can acutely hear the wolf-whistle from the kitchen, humming a quiet laugh to it, taking over any of those terrified and awkward feelings that settled within her stomach from earlier. But his head is there soon after, burrowing into her neck, and she tilts her head to make room for him when his words rumble against her skin. There’s a content sigh as she nuzzles her cheek into his chest with the light kisses to her neck, and soon enough they’re pulling away from one another and he’s rearranging the table a bit. It’s close, and she appreciates that small addition all that much more. So she sits, keeping her shoulder and leg close enough to brush by his as she takes up her glass to sip from again, settling in the seat and working to finish her plate. But in the middle of it, she pauses long enough to glance over toward him with a small smile. “And after dinner?” She asks, piercing another bit of what’s left of her dinner onto her fork and popping it into her mouth – waiting to see if he even had any plans for what came next, if he had any idea how the night would go or if he planned on it ending with their usual night time ritual of gentle kisses to her cheek before bidding her goodnight. She hopes not, but the ball is in his court now. She’ll let him decide how fast to take this. and 'I love you' doesn't mean I'll stay...