You Are My Life

My question causes him to look up. "Have your seat," he orders. I do.

I occupy the visitor's chair and fix my eyes on his light grey ones.

"What do you think?" he asks, putting his entire attention on me.

I pout and tap my lips as I pretend to think. "Ummm, I think you stayed home so you can cook for me. You also send the cooks and the maids on leave just for this purpose," I respond.

"As expected