Wyatt’s POV
“So, you don’t like dessert?” Priscilla asked in bewilderment, her spoon scraping across her plate to gather the remnants of her chocolate cake. She brought the mouthful to her lips, signing happily as her tongue darted out to catch a crumb before it escaped.
He hadn’t ordered dessert after their meal, instead, he took pleasure in watching Priscilla enjoy it. Wyatt had never considered trading places with a spoon before.
“I prefer savory foods,” Wyatt answered, gaze fixated on Priscilla’s mouth. On those pretty pink lips of hers she constantly wet with her tongue. However, the way she was making that cake look, he might change his mind.
She hummed, dragging that damn spoon into her mouth again. The decadent syrup left smudges on her upper lip she didn’t notice. A small smile pulled at the side of his lips as he reached across the table to run his thumb across the sugary mess on her lip.