The Wrong Kind of Hungry

WG and I were standing in the kitchen putting dinner together.  Sidling up to him, I leaned in for a kiss.  Not receiving much passion reciprocated, I pulled back.  Ever the romantic (cough cough), WG said almost the appropriate words, "...look so delicious, I just want to eat..." almost perfect.  if only he had been talking about me and not the biscuits fresh out of the oven.