Naomi
Atticus and I were perfectly comfortable on the couch in the living room. He had brought the picnic basket with him, and it now sat on the coffee table. I watched as he pulled out the dessert, he had packed for us, and I smiled.
“Double fudge chocolate cake,” I murmured as I eyed the slices that had been carefully placed in a container.
“Your favorite,” he said, and I blushed. When Corey and Daniel had been visiting, they had teased me relentlessly about my secret addiction. Clearly, Atticus had taken note.
“Thank you,” I whispered. Before I could get up and go and get us some utensils, Atticus pulled two plastic forks out of the basket as well as two paper plates. I watched as he carefully removed each slice and placed it on the plate. When he handed one over to me, I felt like
