“Never would have guessed.” Coop returned her a wry smile and squiggled an abstract doodle in the smear of icing on the plate, scraping up stray crumbs. “Then again I don’t think I know a girl who isn’t.”<br/><br/>Sarah didn’t need to ask twice. Cooper sidled up alongside her and held out the plate and spoon. There was something at once intimate and indulgent about sitting together like this, feeding one another cake in bed, and it suited him right down to the ground. With the dessert balanced in one hand, he stretched out the other arm behind him, both to hold himself up and to slip it around behind Sarah like a teenager in a movie theater sneaking up on a hug.