(Sabrina’s POV)
That makes me blush.
Thankfully, the waiter appears to clear our plates and offer dessert, saving me from the awkward embarrassment that had been sure to follow.
This is definitely my cue to call it a night.
But Jason orders us something to share—a chocolate thing with the word 'decadent' in the description—and I don't protest.
When the dessert arrives, it's gorgeous. Rich and dark and topped with gold leaf that seems completely unnecessary and completely perfect.
"This is too fancy," I say, picking up my spoon.
"You deserve fancy."
"I deserve yoga pants and leftover pizza."
"You deserve both." He takes a bite, and his eyes close briefly. "Oh, that's good."
I try it, and he's right. It's possibly the best thing I've ever tasted. Rich and smooth and just sweet en
