A Slight Gain
I sat across from Novalee at the long table at Olive Garden. It had been three months since our big day of gorging, and we hadn't even spoken about stuffing since. Today was Bryan's birthday, and we had a table full of family and friends there for him.
Nova nudged my foot under the table and smiled at me, and I returned the smile, unable to ignore her. While we hadn't stuffed in awhile, we had spent a lot more time together. I wanted to ask her out, but wasn't sure how Bryan would feel about it.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I checked it discretely.
Novalee: I stupidly wore jeans, and now they're really tight.
My heart started rushing and I became aware of my own pants. They were tight, but not too bad. I'd lost the few pounds I'd gained, and I didn't want to go back to stuffing so often. I'd hoped that tonight would be a normal night, but she'd gone and brought it up. I couldn't blame her. The feeling of being tight to the brim was so addicting.