“Seriously? You're okay with sharing? Most of my dates hate when I ask to taste their food." "Saffron." His tone has grown rather severe. "Yes?" "First, I don't want to hear about your other dates, it'll only piss me off. You are here with me." Possessive much? And yet that declaration has my tummy flip-flopping in pleasure. "Fair. What's two?" "If I don't share then I won't be getting any of that and I really want to try that." "Oh, Logan, yes you do. This is like crack." His smile comes in a flash. "Then hand me your bread plate.”
Book:Waiting for the One