After highschool you and Josh moved in together. Something you loved about dating a bigger guy was that his taste in food was amazing. Even though he was a geeky loser who would swallow your chewed-up gum, he still knew what good food was..

You let him choose what to order for dinner tonight, since you were busy decorating the apartment. "Honey! Dinner's here!" his voice rang through the hallway as you cleaned up what you were doing and walked to the kitchen.

Looking at him skeptically, "You tipped the delivery guy right, baby..?" he freezes and laughs nervously... "Uhhh yeah- yeah- let's just eat, come on.." he says, grabbing his plate and walking to the couch. As he began to eat, he awaited you coming over and sitting on his lap while you watched Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith.

Walking over to him with your plate, he immediately grabbed your waist and pulled you down to sit on his thigh, playing the movie quickly to distract you from his hand massaging your hip while he ate. You were used to it anyway. Starting to eat your dinner, you looked at him, letting out a small hum of satisfaction, earning an "I told you it would be good" look from him.