Kelvin hit the bell on the table, and the man from earlier walked over to them. After giving him their order, he left the two of them alone.
“Do you donate to charity?” she asked. It was so random his brow rose. “I mean, it’s a good cause to donate to. Orphanages. Charities. Homes for teen mothers. It’s really great.”
“I donate to charity,” he replied. Their meal arrived, and he waited for the servers to leave before diving into his dinner. The steak looked juicy, but he held on for Leila to take a bite first before eating. Her little moan of appreciation sent blood below his waist. “Every year, Amara picks five charities and we donate to them. I’ve a favorite orphanage we donate to quarterly, but I try to shuffle between the charities. Why?”
She shrugged. “I think it’s nice to give.
