I am a very good cook. When she did cook.Good. I like to eat. He lightly bit her palm.The too-much-air feeling in Lucys stomach pressed upward into her heart. What? she asked past the constriction in her chest.What do I like to eat?Yeah.Blondes with blue eyes.Oh God. She pulled her hand from his. Are you hungry?His gaze lowered to her mouth. I could eat.