“You are laughing at me? What is this?” His brows furrowed, and that only made me laugh harder. “Raphael, hear yourself. This dessert, you’re head over heels!” “Are you trying to say that I’m in love with food?” “Or at least this dessert.” “Hmm…” He seriously pondered the idea. I laughed so hard that my stomach ached. “You can’t be seriously wondering if you love it. I was half expecting you to swoon over it. Your eyes became misty at just the thought of it.” “I’m a man. There was no mist in my eyes.”
