Or maybe some rotisserie chicken? I even made stir fry tonight!”
He shakes his head once more, looking slightly guilty. “No,” he says, with a resigned sigh.
“It’s still the Viagra. My appetite is completely gone. I really can’t eat anything.”
Her patience finally snaps.
She throws down the spatula and points a finger at him. “Well, if it’s the Viagra keeping you from eating, then would you mind getting off me? Because I am bloody starving over here!”
