Eden’s pov:
I was not underdressed in the least. The place we went to was in town, a cozy family-owned Italian restaurant where the sweet aromas just hit different, and where the variety of pizzas gave me a headache.
“Having trouble choosing?” Hunter asked after a bit, a small smile stretching his lips.
Heavens, I couldn’t help but think how much more handsome and attractive he would be, if he were to smile more often.
My heart throbbed in my chest.
“You didn’t even look at the menu,” I whisper-yelled at him, my tone accusatory, squinting my eyes at him as I did so.
“That’s because I know what I want to get, love,” he drawled, shrugging.
I let out a noncommittal sound in the back of my throat, the double entendre not lost on me.
“How about we go halfsies?” He soon offered,
