Delicious


I moaned softly. "Oh my god."

Jareth laughed softly behind me, his hands landing gently on my shoulders. "I must be losing my touch. My personal ministrations don't even elicit that response from you lately."

I held up the pastrami sandwich. "I can't believe how good this tastes. It's incredible. I might actually cry." I took another bite. "I mean, I had cravings when I was pregnant with Feanor, but this is unreal."

"You also weren't pregnant with triplets before."

"True. But still." I took another bite and chewed like my life depended on it. "I'd marry you for this."

"Tsk, offering things you've already done. What sort of bargain is that?"

"The sneaky Faerie kind, of course. You think I haven't learned anything from you after all these years?"

"I rather hope you've learned other things as well."

"Never said I didn't." Chomp, chomp, swallow. And that was it — the pastrami was gone. I sighed and leaned my head backward against the warmth of him, luxuriating in the last tastes of that glorious sandwich.

"You're still savoring the sandwich, aren't you?"

"You betcha."

"It's probably unwise to be jealous of pastrami, but you do make a man wonder, Sarah love."

I patted his hand. "The pastrami will pass. You're here forever."

"Such a way with words."

I kissed his wrist. "Like I said, I learned things."