Page 91 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

I finished my waffles and dumped my coffee into my Stanley. I felt a little bad leaving him alone in the apartment. He was more than capable of taking care of himself, but I still felt bad. I quietly walked back to my bedroom.

He was awake, still sprawled across the bed, watching me with a lazy grin.

“You sure you have to go?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

“Unfortunately,” I said, grabbing my bag. “But I’ll text you.”

His grin widened. “You better.”

I leaned down and gave him a kiss. “There’s lots of freezer food, but I’m sorry I don’t have anything in the fridge.”

“I’ll survive,” he said.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay all day?”

“I’m a big boy.”

I grinned. “Yeah, you are.”

He chuckled. “Get out of here before I pull you back into this bed and mess up all that perfect makeup and hair.”

I backed away from the bed. With one last longing look, I walked out of the room. “To be continued!”

I texted him all morning. I couldn’t help myself. Every time I glanced at my phone and saw his name pop up, a little flutter of excitement bloomed in my chest. I’d never been the type to gush about a guy, but Kannon wasn’t just any guy. I couldn’t wait to get home to my boyfriend. Boyfriend.

My friends noticed, of course.

“You gonna have his babies yet?” Lucia texted during my lunch break, a winking emoji tacked onto the end.

“Shut up,” I replied but my smile gave me away to anyone paying attention.

The truth was, they weren’t wrong. Deep down, I’d loved Kannon since we were kids. The timing had never been right—life had a funny way of keeping us apart. But now, as I sat at my desk pretending to care about spreadsheets and emails, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was it. If this was our time.

Work dragged on, every minute feeling like an hour as I counted down to when I would see him again. By the time I got home, I was practically buzzing with anticipation. I found him exactly where I expected—lounging on the couch like he owned the place, scrolling through his phone.

I flopped down next to him. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he said, putting down his phone.

“Missed me?” I asked.

“Not at all,” he replied. I punched him lightly on the arm, failing to hide my smile.

He gave me a kiss that had me rethinking our plans for the evening.

“I’m going to get changed,” I said. “Tonight is going to be fun.”

I got up and walked to the bedroom. He followed behind me and flopped on the bed while I dug in my closet. I pulled out the white cocktail dress I was wearing for the night.

“Damn,” he said with a low whistle. “I like that.”

The way he looked at me made my pulse skip.

“Actually, you look tired,” he said. “Are you sure you don’t want to stay in tonight?”

I arched an eyebrow at him. “Are you saying you don’t want me to put the dress on?”

“No, are you crazy? I’m saying you wear it here. I could undress you a thousand times and never get tired of it. Just saying. We could play dress up and then undress.”