Chapter 6

Slowly and reluctantly he lets me go and gets the coffee. I scoop the two omelets onto plates and carry them to the table. I see he's already pushed two chairs right together, and when I set down the plates he picks up one and slides the omelet onto the other plate.    As I sit down he cuts them both up into bite-sized pieces and I wonder what is going on. When he sits down we are pressed right together, our hips and legs touching and feeling great.   But our arms are pressing too, so hard we really can't use them, and I don't think this will work.   But then he picks up his fork with the other hand, and suddenly I understand. He stabs a bite of the omelet, turns and feeds it to me! Wow! This guy... My guy... thinks of everything! We take turns, bite after bite, taking time out for slurps of coffee and of course, lots of kisses.   Meanwhile, he has a use for the other arms, too. Turns out, we can use our forearms fine below the table, and he's driving me crazy, running his fingers up a