I’m a few bites in when I notice something. “This tastes different.” “Different how?” Rhys asks, lips twitching. “The candy pieces are…better. Are these,” I examine a candy-coated peanut butter piece, “real Reese’s Pieces?” “Maybe.” “And there aren’t any raisins. Did you pick them out?” I ask. He shrugs. “I made it.” “You made it?” I repeat, not fully understanding. “Like you bought all the ingredients and put it together?” “Yeah.” He nods. “For me?” It’s obvious, yet I’m still in shock. It’s a small thing, but I’m realizing that’s the part of fake-dating Rhys I’m starting to enjoy the most.
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