Dean opened his mouth to accept the forkful of cake, capturing the fork between his lips. Sweets. His only weakness. How did she know? He gently took hold of the plate while simultaneously slurping the deliciousness from the utensil. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to plump me up," he teased.
Still. He set the plate and fork aside after that mouthful to give Summer his full attention. He could never take his eyes off of her for long. He didn't try to distract her. She was in her element and he appreciated her beauty. Once she took her shot he allowed himself to say: "If you picked her, Summer, then I'm sure she's beautiful."