“I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I’ve had a good steak,” I respond.
We continue talking about all the trouble we used to get into. Katie laughs so hard she nearly chokes, which causes her to laugh even harder. By the time I bring out the dessert, she’s wiping tears off her cheeks.
“You gonna make it?”
“I-I think so.” She swallows down the rest of her wine, then clears her throat.
I can’t stop admiring her beauty and how good time has been to her. The woman sitting in front of me is the same girl I fell in love with, and there’s no doubt she’s the only one I want.
“Before we have the Tiramisu, I wanna give you your birthday gift.”
“Noah…you didn’t have to get me anything.”
“I technically didn’t.” I flash her a wink, then grab the box from the coffee table. “I made it.”
