Chapter 56 - Alyson

“I think we should make this a regular Friday-night occurrence,” Jim says. We’re sitting on the couch, naked and snuggled together with our feet propped up on the coffee table and plates of food on our laps. “I like eating naked.”

“I do too, and I have to say I did a good job on these enchiladas.”

“They taste just like the ones your mom makes,” he tells me, knowing that’s a compliment. My mom is a great cook.

“The recipe is pretty easy to follow,” I confess. “It’s not like a four-course fancy meal or anything, though I think the preparation gives this meal five stars.”

“You could have made me Ramen noodles and it would have been five stars.”

Laughing, I take my last bite and put my plate on the coffee table, reaching over to get my water.

Jim gets up to get a second helping, and I shamelessly watch his ass as he walks into the kitchen.

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