Wyatt’s POV

“So, you don’t like dessert?” Priscilla asked in bewilderment, her spoon scraping across her plate to gather the remnants of her chocolate cake. She brought the mouthful to her lips, signing happily as her tongue darted out to catch a crumb before it escaped.

He hadn’t ordered dessert after their meal, instead, he took pleasure in watching Priscilla enjoy it. Wyatt had never considered trading places with a spoon before.

“I prefer savory foods,” ...