FORTY-ONE
He pulled away after a while, smiling down at her with a goofy grin marked on his face.
"I like that I can do this whenever I want." He teased and she hit him softly on the chest, a light chuckle escaping her lips as she watched him open the fridge once again, grabbing the bread and jam.
"I don't want this spoiling." He explained to her when she faced him with a questioning look. "I think it's been here for five days?" He turned to her, laughing at the expression on her face as he spoke.
"I'm just joking. I think it's three days."
"What difference does it make?" She rolled her eyes.
"There is a difference between five and three." He countered, dodging her when she reached out to smack his head.