It took us nearly two weeks to move all of Alice’s stuff into my penthouse apartment. I didn’t know that she had so much stuff. Every night was a deep sleep because we were that tired. She has sold all her big furniture’s and she’s been busy arranging stuff around the house. It’s fun watching her so focused on something. Oh, the clothes that she had… she could start a boutique if she wants too. Don’t get me started on many trips we had to make just for her clothes.

I’m sitting on the couch and could hear her now chopping something in the kitchen. She’s a great cook. She should teach me how to cook. I got my self and walked to the kitchen. I heard sniffles from her and it got me worried.

“Alice…” I saw what she was chopping and it was bunch of onions. I snickered and sneakily hugged her from the side.

“Ugh… I hate onions… it’s a fucking burden to cook them!” she let out frustrated.

“Aww… babe… C’mon relax a little… you’ve been working non stop…. Look, why don’t we eat out tonight. Just me and you… it’d be nice…” I comforted her. I took the knife from her and put it in the sink. She turned her body around and looked up at me.

She had her hands behind my back and went under my shirt. Her cold hands and soft touch was totally turning me on. She was wearing a loose big t-shirt that I just want to rip it off her. I kissed her hungrily and pushed her against the kitchen table. Let just say we haven’t had some in a while.

“W-w-whoa! Someone’s hungry…” she said playfully. Her hands were on my chest and I really wanted her.

“Yeah, really hungry…” I nodded at her. I unbuttoned her jeans and zipped down her zip. She grabbed my hand and stopped me.

“Shane baby…. I know we haven’t had some in a while but the pasta needs me…” She said and tried to walk away but was trapped with me in front of her.