"Let's make a trade," Grayson said. "My chocolate cake for your fries."

I looked at my tray of food, then at Grayson's. "Hmm... I kind of want that cake, but I know how much you want the fries, so I'm very tempted to decline your offer."

Grayson gave me a fake pout. "Come on, babe. There was only one plate of fries left and you said you wanted it, so I gave it to you."

"I only said it because I knew you wanted it," I teased, taking a fry off my plate and popping it in my mouth. Grayson scowled as he began eating the caeser salad on his...