There would have been a time when even that soft sweater over those soft curves would have driven him wild, the texture of the fabric just an excuse to bunch it up in his hands and pull her close. He still noticed it, now, he did. She looked so soft and touchable and something about it all made him feel tremendously sad. "Ooh, pinego, mangapple, delicious!"
Cos like, there was nothing wrong with her juicy offerings! That was... her offering of juice. "Come kitchen, mind the rabbit, we've got ice. It is heart shaped, but that cos Alan chose the mold, but frozen hearts floating in tropical juice with garlic bread, that's a win, right? Can't tell me that's not a win," he said, pulling glasses down from the cupboard. "Two hearts? Three? More?"