Ethan

I smelled the food even before she entered the room.

Morgan returned with a hot plate of sliced beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, four dinner rolls, and two enormous, homemade apple tarts. She set the plate on the desk and motioned for to come over.

“Is this alright?” Morgan seemed skeptical of her own generosity.

“You didn’t have to get me anything, but thank you, this is awesome.” I took a seat and began to shovel the food into my mouth. I hadn’t gotten a meal this good since we’d studied at her house before.

Five minutes later, I was done. I cleaned the plate, plus ate the two dessert tarts. “Holy shit, I’m stuffed.” I pulled on the waist of my jeans.

“That’s good.” Morgan took my empty plate and stashed it on her dresser.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her waist. I kissed her softly on the neck and whispered in her ear. “Thank you.&rdqu