“I think I’ll have dreams of that white chocolate mousse,” Stella says. “I think I’ll have dreams of you moaning over the white chocolate mousse.” She chuckles. “I’m not even sorry. That’s how good it was.” “The dark chocolate was just as good.” She scoffs. “You and I both know that’s a lie. You’re just trying to feel better about your choice.” “I hate that you’re right.”
