"Why do you eat like that?" he asked.
"Like what?"
"In microscopic bites."
"Well." She worked her way through a single noodle as he topped off her wineglass. "It started as a way to needle my brothers, and became a habit. Whenever we'd get a treat, ice cream or candy, whatever, they'd just scarf theirs down. It drove them crazy that I'd have some of mine left. So I started eating even slower so I'd have more left and make them crazier. Anyway, I eat less and enjoy it more this way."
"I bet." Jack purposely shoveled a huge forkful of noodles into his mouth.
"Like what?"
"In microscopic bites."
"Well." She worked her way through a single noodle as he topped off her wineglass. "It started as a way to needle my brothers, and became a habit. Whenever we'd get a treat, ice cream or candy, whatever, they'd just scarf theirs down. It drove them crazy that I'd have some of mine left. So I started eating even slower so I'd have more left and make them crazier. Anyway, I eat less and enjoy it more this way."
"I bet." Jack purposely shoveled a huge forkful of noodles into his mouth.
Bed of Roses
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You've just met a great new girl, and think she could be the one. So it's natural you're a little nervous about breaking bread with your potential mate.Chances are, if she's into you, she's got a similar case of the butterflies – even if she appears to be calm, cool and collected.Instead of wondering if this date could lead to the two of you walking down the aisle together, or getting physical after dinner, experts suggest paying attention to the following signs and signals women throw out while sharing a meal.
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"Did I thank you for dinner?"
"You did."
"Well…" She scraped her teeth over his bottom lip—lightly, lightly—before the kiss.
"You did."
"Well…" She scraped her teeth over his bottom lip—lightly, lightly—before the kiss.
"Thanks again. And the champagne? Did I thank you for that?"
"As I recall."
"Just in case." On a sigh her mouth met his.
"As I recall."
"Just in case." On a sigh her mouth met his.
"And the candlelight, the rose, the long walk, the view."
Her body moved against his, leading him into a slow, circling dance.
"You're welcome."
He drew her in, closer still, so her body pressed to his. Time spun out as they circled, as mouth clung to mouth, as heart beat to heart.
She drew in his scent, his flavor. So familiar and still so new. Her fingers trailed up into hair bronzed
and gilded by the sun, then curled, tugged to bring him just a little closer.
They slid down together onto smooth white sheets, and into the perfume of a single red rose.
Her body moved against his, leading him into a slow, circling dance.
"You're welcome."
He drew her in, closer still, so her body pressed to his. Time spun out as they circled, as mouth clung to mouth, as heart beat to heart.
She drew in his scent, his flavor. So familiar and still so new. Her fingers trailed up into hair bronzed
and gilded by the sun, then curled, tugged to bring him just a little closer.
They slid down together onto smooth white sheets, and into the perfume of a single red rose.
Bed of Roses