"Oh really? And just what have you done to become the kettle, Mr. Salvatore?" he asked with a grin, sitting up properly as the three pies and hot chocolate were delivered.
She thanked the waitress before all but diving into the one in front of her, eyes closed in bliss as the warm peaches, sweet sugar syrup, flaky crust and creamed topping hit her tongue, another moan of pleasure escaping her just as it had the first time.
She blushed, peeking at him. "Sorry, I promise to stop moaning over my food soon,"