The Perfect Fit

Avery

My phone buzzed again, the screen lighting up the dim kitchen with its soft blue glow.

Declan: Leave room for dessert. The tiramisu is worth every calorie.

I smiled, pulling out the dessert container. How did he know I was saving it for last?

Me: Are you watching me somehow?

Declan: Just making an educated guess. You strike me as someone who saves the best for last.

The accuracy of his asses