Calvin dug in first, tasting it himself, and let out a small, amused breath that made the corners of his lips twitch.

He watched her take the first bite, his gaze soft, almost searching, as if trying to read her thoughts. She chewed thoughtfully, and a faint crease appeared between her brows too salty for her taste.

Her lips parted in surprise, and she looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement. “Ah… how come you ate it so naturally? It’s salty!”

“It’s delicious because you made it,” he admitted softly, a small, honest smile tugging at his lips.

She nudged him lightly, rolling her eyes with playful...