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Kjartan took a deep breath, reached out, and linked our fingers.

“Do you want to have breakfast with me before you go home?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d love that,” I told him, grinning at my feet.

A few minutes later, we strolled down the high street holding hands until we reached the cosiest cafe I had ever seen.

‘Hilda’s Coffee Shop’ was a bit dated but had so much potential.

“Oh my goodness, I adore this place.”

“So do I.” Kjartan gave me the cutest fucking smile ever. A bit shy and—nobody would ever hear me say it out loud—loving. It was like when you held your face in the sun after an endless winter and felt its warmth and a hope of spring bloom in your heart.

You’re pathetic, Bee.

But who the fuck cared? I was pathetically falling for this guy, had been from the evening he had met me at that bus stop. And perhaps he saw a bit of that in my eyes as we sat down at a table in the corner, our hands finding each other on the table top.

“Their sweet breakfasts are great. I’ve never tried the savoury ones, but I think they’d be good, too.”

“So you have a sweet tooth?” I had guessed he did when his face had lit up at my description of theBrewtiful.

“Couldn’t you tell?” He leaned in, that smile on his face again, and kissed me.

Maybe not pathetic. Just crushing so hard.

“I had an inkling,” I whispered into the kiss.

We ordered the same breakfast, porridge with a fruit topping, cinnamon, and dark chocolate shavings. It was fucking delicious.

“I’m shocked this place is so empty,” I told Kjartan when he had paid for us and we were back outside. And after I had thanked him for inviting me.

Thoroughly.

I usually wasn’t the kind of person to show a lot of affection in public, but I needed to hide the bulge in my trousers, and Kjartan drew me in.

I was too chicken to suggest we go back to his place and do something about our mutual erections.

I doubt he wants me to stay any longer.

“Hilda is old, and I think most of the people are thrown off by the ugly outside.” Kjartan cupped my nape, stroking the sensitive skin behind my ears with his thumb and forefinger.

He’s so huge compared to me.

“She’s going to close the place at the end of the year.”

“Ugh, that’s so sad.” I hugged him around the waist.

“I know. I have breakfast here quite often, and the only other cafe is a soullessBean Me Upover by the station.”

Kjartan gasped when my semi-hard cock brushed against his leg.

“I feel dumb for wanting to ask you to stay here for a couple more hours,” he told me in an undertone. “I’m not ready to let you go.”

Chapter 16

Kjartan

Beryl huffed and rested his forehead against my pec.