FLAMES‘PASS ME THE SALT’, she stretched out her hand in my direction and instead I handed her the melted butter in a bottle.At this fucking rate, we might as well have been eating salt and less meat.If she seasoned the damn patties with more salt, I would lose it like I did with Carl. The butter behind me sizzled and I turned around placing each bacon strip in the pan before adding the vodka sauce that had more vodka and less fucking sauce.She would love it.“You are obsessed with control, aren’t you?”She asked behind me, I didn’t have to turn around to know she’d figured out I gave her butter and not salt.“When it comes to your health? Yes, I am, Tonelli”Yes, I fucking was.“They need more salt”“it’s done, no more seasoning”, I grunted flipping the strips with the pair of tongs in my hand.Her perfume, the smell of bacon and fruits lingering in the air, now this was what breakfast should have looked like.Better yet I would have paid for anything just to wake up next to her.
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