Sophia’s POV

We eat in silence.

He does all the slicing, sending little pieces of steak my way before I run out.

It’s so tasty. But there’s a tightness in my chest. I shouldn’t be eating ribeye steak.

He tops my wine glass. And I can’t say no.

I clank my glass with his, sipping my second glass slowly.

“Bachelor’s in Business Administration…” He breaks the silence.

I pause to look at him.

“And a Master’s degree in Marketing and Communications.” He completes with a smile ...