He reached around Noah and took Ro’s drink gently after it touched her lips. The rose petals twirled around and he drank from it. A single sip. “You mean the way I give back,” he murmured, handing back the drink.
“For now? Why give up what makes you happy?” The color in her face, the way her eyes lit up.
He hadn’t missed the pattern on the back of her jeans, the style of her boots. She liked the finer things, the same way he did.