FREYA

The food came, and we ate slowly talking about nothing and everything. Most importantly, we reminisced about the past, about our love-hate relationship from the start.

It just felt so good doing this with him.

By the time dessert came—a chocolate lava cake with ice cream—I was so full I thought I would pop.

“I can’t,” I laughed, pushing the plate aside. “It’s too much.”

“You’ll eat it,” Thorne said, spooning a bite and holding it out to me.

I took it, melting instantly. “Hmmm, why didn’t I know this was actually good”

“Told you.”

I fed him the next bite, grinning when he raised a brow. “Sweet enough?”...