“Saad, that’s enough. I am full.” I grumble, holding my belly with both hands to show him that I’ll burst if he even forwards another bite towards my mouth.
We are sitting on the side of the pool, in a recliner, with me in Saad’s lap while he feeds me breakfast like the amazing boyfriend he is.
Note the sarcasm.
“Just one more bite, baby.” He forwards another spoonful of the banana pancakes, coated in maple syrup, and I would be lying if I say they don’t taste good, but I am definitely not lying when I say my tummy will burst any moment now.
I have already eaten ninety eight percent of it and Saad is forcing me to literally finish it, but I don’t have that much space left in my tummy. And to be honest, this thing has so many calories that I’ll have to run miles to burn them.
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