“Are you having regrets?” Devon asks me, concern marring his features. “Because I don’t think anything will change, Violet.” “No, I’m not having any regrets. I was just curious about how you feel.” I pause momentarily. “Because I feel like it can only get better.” Devon pulls me back into him and kisses me again, groaning into my mouth. The chef tuts loudly from behind us and stomps back into the diner. “If it’s any consolation, I also think that it can only get better,” Devon replies.
