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Then he turned to the box of donuts and made his pick (not incidentally, it was a cinnamon crumb cake).
Obviously, I picked the pink iced with pink sprinkles, and I loved that Javi ordered a pink iced and sprinkled donut for me.
Sure, there was probably no way Javi would have picked that, and it was obvious he bought it for me, so I could have gone first, but who knew? Maybe he was into sprinkles.
“You sleep okay?” he asked after he munched.
“Like a baby,” I told him after I munched. “You?”
“Yeah,” he said, and he munched again. Then, his glance moving from my journal to me, he remarked, “Not sure we’re set up for your full morning gig, babe.”
This was true.
We needed smoothie ingredients and other, healthy-living options for breakfast. And since I figured he wasn’t going to be okay with me hitting one of my classes, I needed my yoga mat and exercise accoutrements. I could set them up in one of his empty bedrooms and do my thing with the door closed.
Oh yes, this was a turnabout in the whole “we’re newly dating so I need to sleep at home” thing.
I didn’t care about that either.
Not after last night.
After all I’d seen and all he’d shared.
After we’d had pizza, then cuddled on the couch to watch a movie.
After we necked for a long time and Javi put a stop to it because he knew that’s what I wanted.
After we slept beside each other in his bed yet again, and I did not lie, last night and all the ones before, when I slept next to him, I did it like a baby.
I wasn’t fighting it anymore.
The best love story in the world was not Romeo and Juliet (because that mess was whacked).
It wasn’t Rhett and Scarlett (because, let’s face it, as fabulous as she was, Scarlett was a lot).
It sure wasn’t Antony and Cleopatra (I mean, who picked this stuff? None of them had a happy ending).
It was the pretty rich girl who was the outcast in her family, and the beautiful poor boy from the streets who never thought he’d catch her eye.
And by damn, they were going to have a happy ending.
On this thought, I finished my donut, took a sip of coffee and asked, “Can I set up my yoga mat in your empty bedroom?”
That got me a look that made my breasts swell before he tamed it and replied, “Sure.”
“Do you have a blender?”
“No.”
“A Bullet?”
He grinned at me. “I have a bunch of those.”
I slapped his arm and said, “No. The kind that mixes smoothies.”
“Then…no.”
“We need to go by my place and pick up some stuff.”