Val's P. O. V

I looked at him, and he looked back at me. I could see myself inside his eyeballs. He was so bold in his demand, his hopeful countenance. I couldn't hold back the charm. He had already taken the slice up, holding it in his hand, waiting patiently for my response. It was just how he was so bold; something in him assured him that I would agree and that I wanted this.

I broke into a smile, my lips curved shyly as I grabbed his hand and dragged it to my mouth, taking a bite. The air ...