Lap dinner

Aria and Noah started eating the carbonara, with Aria still on his lap. She did not dare move, lest she should provoke the man who was already on the verge of losing control. She still could not comprehend why Noah had insisted on her sitting on his lap when they could have their dinner in peace by sitting separately. 

'Oh, Lord. How am I going to survive the night?' She wondered as she recalled the last surprise she had prepared for her man. She glanced at her bedroom, the door to which hid everything she had prepared for the night before she resumed eating.