Eat with ... Me

Ihad a crush on him from the moment I first saw him on television. Tall, handsome, but somewhat shy, he never made it to the final rounds of the TV show everyone watches. But on those episodes he appeared on screen, I just couldn’t get enough of his arms, steadily chopping or softly kneading. I was jealous of the way he held knife, I wanted to become the bread dough under his hands.

Those days, I never missed his show. When the judges sent him home again (damn unfair!) I booked a session for one of his private cooking workshops in his place. I must be a terribly bad actress, because from the moment I arrived, I knew he had uncovered my plan. All my excuses for being there alone sounded lame and naive, so I decided not to lie.

“I want to be fed by you”, I said. He took my cutlery from me, stared into my eyes, and smiled. Then he caressed my mouth softly with his hand, and I licked it and bit it. “Finger food for you, then. I'm sure you will enjoy it”, he said. And we ate each other up.