Today was Friday night meaning it was family night. My table was slowly getting fuller and as scared as I was about it was also exciting.
"Foxie?"
"Hmm?" I stirred the beef stew and K stood behind me peering at the pot over my shoulder.
"How many plates did you say I should take out?" He asked me right next to me and I giggled knowing he did that on purpose.
"Okay Khalil, what is it?" I said and he pouted pulling me with my waist and kissing my temples.
"We haven't had sex the whole week and we barely spend time together because you're always with your dad," He said in a childlike voice and I grinned.
"Are you jealous of my dad Khalil?" I teased and he rolled his eyes.
"No!"
"Then why are you complaining? You're always busy too," I whispered and he gave me a boyish grin.
"Because you're rarely here," He pressed his head against mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck softly pressing my lips against his.
