“This is so good,” I say, closing my eyes with a blissful sigh. Still, I can just imagine the look on Cyrus’s face when he says, “Maybe I should give you two some time alone.” I take another slow, luxurious bite as if I’m one of those upper-class people partaking in a wine-tasting competition to prove how cultured my taste buds are, inhaling deeply and letting the marshmallow dissolve on my tongue. “You sound jealous.” “I definitely am.” “I can tell you’ve been single too long,” I remark, matching his dry tone. “Just so we’re clear, this isn’t enough to get you a pity kiss from me either.”
