Chapter 15

Tatum

His pleased smile is almost my undoing the way it lights up his face and transforms what can sometimes be such a serious expression. His eyes sparkle and those plump lips spread wide, making room for his straight, white teeth. "I seem to remember at every family dinner with the club, you always begged for spaghetti."

My face burns, happy that he remembered something like that, really happy he was paying attention.

"Yeah." I agree. "And I'd get so mad when they'd fix something else. Drew and Mandy weren't huge fans and made me feel like an ass for wanting it all the time. So when I did get it, it was a special occasion."

I'm standing so that my back is to the counter and he's in front of me, reaching around to grab the door of the small fridge. "This is a very special occasion, and I thought you should have your favorite," he says with a happy smile.

Letting my hands travel up his chest, I shoot him a grin as I clasp them around his neck. "You're my favorite."

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