He proved it three timesonce before the shower and twice afterward. We slept until almost noon and only Becks pounding on the door got us out of bed.
The thing about Beck is Im not even sure if he likes me. Oh, he gives me a cursory hello each day. He isnt rude, he just doesnt speak to me and I ignore him the same way. The situation just feels awkward whenever hes here. King leads Beck to the table in the next room and I prepare a meal.
Famished isnt quite the word Im looking for when my stomach growls and lets me know Ive been too long without food. Hungry, ravenous, and starving dont do the trick either. My large intestine is eating my small intestine and there should be a word for that. Food on the island is one of my favorite things about my new home. Needing meat like a second leg and never gaining weight helps too.