They say that hunger is the best cook, but you only truly understand that saying when you are eating the best food of your life, just because you can’t actually remember the last time you ate. Okay, maybe that is a little bit melodramatic, but hey, I’m allowed to be after the ordeal I went through.
“Is it okay?” Blake asked as he watched me shove the third slice of pizza into my mouth.
I nodded my head ravenously, grabbing for a fourth slice of pizza. Hell, I was no fan of pineapple but this was way too good to go to waste.
“We really need to talk as soon as you’re done,” Blake said, still looking at me intently, holding me in his stare, watching each bite I take as if it was the most interesting thing he has seen in his life.