ALISON
We ate in companionable silence until both of our plates were empty. When I started to get up to clear the table, Noah stopped me with a hand to my shoulder.
"I got this. Sit." He picked up both of our plates and carried them to the sink to rinse them off before sliding them into the dishwasher. "Hey, I know you said you don't love sweets right now, but I did bring over a little dessert if you want to check out the smaller box."
I reached for it and took a peek inside. "Oh, my God. Cannoli. I love these."
"Think you can eat one, or doesn't it sound good right now?"
I considered. "They smell good. Maybe just a taste . . ." I lifted one to my mouth and crunched down on it. "Oh, sweet baby Jesus. This is so good." I demolished it and was licking my fingers before Noah even mad
