It was exactly what we needed. Chocolate and carbs. I pulled out the platter and set it beside her on the island. “We’re having chocolate cake for dinner? And here I always thought you were a steak kind of guy.” I wedged myself between her legs that dangled from the counter, and I tipped my face up to hers. “Turns out, I’m a Raven Tayte kind of guy.” Her fingers sifted through the longer pieces of my hair. “I think you were always a Raven Tayte kind of guy.”
