DEVIN
“We just had dinner, my love.”
“Oh,” he pouted his lips. “I never thought of that.” He looked disappointed. “Yeah, I guess another dinner would be-”
“No,” I placed my hand above his, “everything looks delicious. I still have free space on my tummy.”
Devin chuckled, “Nah. Wouldn’t want you getting fat agápi mou. Here,” he handed me the serving of gelato. “Dessert would be nice.”
I hummed, reaching for the sweet treat after putting down the bouquet of roses above the table.
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