Page 38 of Found Objects

He whimpered.

“Put it in your mouth.”

When he lifted his head, the smile I got was filthy.

I pointed at his omelet.

The way he lifted his fork, like he was holding something radioactive, was hysterical. When he finally tasted it, he shrugged.

“Well?”

“It’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be.”

“If you didn’t know it wasn’t real ham, you wouldn’t even notice.”

“Oh, I would know that something was off with it, but it’s edible.”

“Fantastic. That’s what I want on a Yelp review, ‘it’s edible.’”

He chuckled, and we ate in silence for a few minutes.

“Hey, so basically, all that stuff you said about a witch and your land last night was crap, right?”

“Interesting topic change.”

“I’m just thinking about everything, but it was, yes?”

“Yes.”

“Okay. Going forward, are you going to be honest with me?”

“I said I would, so yes.”

“Excellent,” he murmured, then put his elbow down on the table, leaned his chin on his fist, and stared at me. “Now, I want to know everything about you, so go ahead and start.”

“First, you said last night that you’d never felt this way before.”

“Which is true. I mean, you and your gorgeous eyes and that hair that just can’t seem to stay put and your scent—all driving me nuts.”

“That’s very honest.”

“Well, if you’re gonna be, then so am I.”

I nodded.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I assumed, when you said you’d never felt the way you were feeling last night, that meant I had sparked something new.”

“And you would be right. I mean, I’ve seen other men and wanted to fuck them, but with you it’s different. I would actually like to know you.”

“That was very straightforward.”

“Again, honesty.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Okay what?”