" The night is still young what do you want to do?" Caleb asked.
My thoughts went form indecent to appalling. I wondered if I was ment to be a guy. A gay guy. A gay guy from New York. Actually what I really wanted to do was eat. But that required shopping so I guess I really wanted to shop.
" Can we go grocery shopping?" I looked at him earnestly
He looked at me uneasily " That wouldn't be a good idea. It's dark, the vampires will be out...
" They won't fuck with a big guy like you" I almost whined.
" Size is irrelevant. The skill of a vampire..."
" I get it" I interrupted" Were not going"
I sank into the couch with dreams of tv dinners dancing in my head. Caleb looked at me thoughtfully.
" Are you hungry?" Caleb asked
Does the Pope like baloncies?
" Yes" I said.
" I could cook something for you? What would you enjoy?" Caleb asked
I ignored the way he said enjoy and the way he leaned over the counter as if he wanted to be closer but forced himself to ignore the need. What did I want to eat? Carbs ofcourse. I wanted something hearty, filling. I wanted pasta.
" Cream or tomato sauce?"
" Does it matter? There's nothing in that kitchen. " I complained
Caleb looked exasperated " There is food. Food you prepare. Food you savour."
" You can savour kraft dinner"
" Kraft dinner isn't food" Caleb muttered
Caleb went to the pantry and started linning up his potions and powders. I felt like I was about to watch some sort of magic unfold. I didn't care if It was black magic or not. I just had to watch. I leaned over the counter and watched him throw things in a sauce pan. No he didn't throw things...throw is too aggressive. He was slow ,methodical, sensual. Just like he was when he played the guitar.
I stuck my finger in the sauce. It was really hot. It was creamy, cheesy sweet. I would never be able to eat kraft dinner again.
" Good?" He asked.
" Better than sex" I said.
" One tract mind" He laughed.