So, even though she was suffering in flames, she still pushed his hand away, "Stop it, this is my home."
He took a deep breath and held her tight, "No way, no wonder you've recently taken a liking to half-cooked cheese, it's truly addictive."
"..." His interpretation of words was never in the same dictionary as hers. "I thought you didn't eat sweets?" She looked up at him, her clear eyes misting over, her lips shiny and moist, like crystal candy licked by someone.
"It's not for me to eat, it's for my fish."
He pressed down on her waist forcefully, and she stiffened, his fish...
Fish only swim, right? Since when did they start eating cheese?
"I'll head back first, or the temptation of this half-cooked cheese wife-bait is too strong!"
She got up to fix her clothes and handed him the car keys, "Are you sure you don't want to eat?"
"No, I promised to go home to eat today." He took the keys and pinched her cheek, "I need to carry you home fast!"