Chapter 246

Mason’s POV

“Layla, I think you’ve had enough dessert,” I said, watching her push the last spoonful of chocolate cake into her mouth.

She grinned at me, her teeth smudged with chocolate. “Just one more bite, Mason. It’s not every day you make such an amazing dinner.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “You said that about the spaghetti too.”

“Because it’s true!” she insisted, dropping her fork onto the empty plate. “You should be a chef or something.”

I stood and began stacking the plates. “If you’d actually help me clean up, I might consider it.”

She scrunched her nose. “You know dishes aren’t my thing.”

“Yeah, I figured,” I muttered. “Go on then. Head to bed.”

Layla hopped off her chair, hugging me from behind. “Thanks for dinner. Goodnight, Mason.”

“Goodnight, Layla. Sleep tight.”