THREE MONTHS LATER
Balancing two cups of cinnamon coffee in one hand while unlocking my door with the other wasn’t how I imagined my mornings going a few months ago, but here we are.
And honestly?
I wasn’t mad at it.
The second I stepped inside, the warmth wrapped around me, taking me in from the winter chill.I nudged the door closed with my foot and got rid of my jacket and boots.The smell of cinnamon drifted up from the cups, and I shook my head slightly, a small smirk pulling at my mouth.
Never thought I’d be the guy walking around with flavored coffee.Everyone knew I preferred it straight black, but then she came with her “just try it” and “expand your palate” speeches—
Now look at me.
Cinnamon.
Yesterday it was vanilla.Last week?Some caramel thing with a ridiculous name that I knew—hell, she knew—that I'd never learn the name of.And the worst part?She was right.
Ilikedit.
So heading out bright and early for two cups of coffee was becoming routine for me.
“We really need a coffee machine,” I muttered under my breath as I walked to our bedroom.
We.
Our.
Fuck, I still loved the sound of that.
Words I could say freely now that she finally decided to move in with me.I asked her a month ago, and the stubborn woman she was, she gave excuse after excuse.
It took reassurance from Penny—the owner of the townhouse she was in and friends with Mama V—to finally get her on board.They reassured her that Nerissa wasn’t going to be abandoned; that she could stay in the house as long as she wanted.
She caved last week and spent last weekend unpacking everything.Ever see someone move in fully in two days?You should've seen my girl.
The thought of it brought a smile to my face as I stepped into the room quietly.
And there she was.
Silk bonnet, lips parted, and buried underneath the covers.I couldn’t help the quiet chuckle that slipped out as I made my way over, setting both coffees down on the nightstand.I shrugged out of my hoodie, tossing it over the chair before kicking off my sweats.Carefully, I slid back into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight.
She shifted immediately, her body finding mine, curling into me as if it was second nature.I let out a quiet breath, my arm slipping around her automatically as I pulled her in.Her head was tucked under my chin and her hand rested against my chest.
Now this is heaven.
I pressed a slow kiss to the top of her head, my thumb brushing lightly along her arm, and she groaned loudly.
“What time is it?”
“Good morning to you, too, trouble.”I chuckled.
“There's nothing good about this morning.God, I hate daylight savings.”
“Which is why I told you to come to bed early, but no, you wanted to finish the case study you were working on.”
“Because that's important.Your hands are cold,” she responded, then she sniffed.“And you smell like cinnamon.”
“Easy, you addict.Yes, there is cinnamon goodness over there.Now can I get a good morning?Kiss, hug, pussy—one will suffice.”
