“You’re welcome to have mine as well, Princess.” Rafe’s eyes twinkle as he holds out his plate. I look down and realize that mine is empty, save for a smear of chocolate. How disappointing. “Oh, I couldn’t. You should enjoy it yourself,” I tell Rafe. “I insist,” Rafe says. “I can see how much you’re enjoying it.” Leaning across the table, Rafe switches my empty plate with his untouched dessert. His fingers graze mine as he does so, and the way his smile lifts tells me it was intentional.
