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We finished dinner and parted ways. I felt completely at ease and excited for my next day at work.

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I unlocked the door to the apartment and giggled at the sight that met me.

A song by 3OH!3 was pumping from the iPod dock in the kitchen, and Trace was dancing around the apartment in only his jeans, a bowl of ice cream in one hand. He sang along with the lyrics, trying to coax Ace into dancing with him. The puppy simply cracked his eyes open and promptly went back to sleep.

The door closed behind me and he turned around quickly.

“Hey, you’re home,” he grinned, s

pooning a mouthful of chocolate ice cream, his thick-framed black glasses were perched on his nose.

“I’m home,” I repeated, smiling as I dropped my purse on the floor. “I’m going to shower.”

“Alright, how was dinner?” He licked a smear of ice cream from his lip.

“It was great,” I started unbuttoning my blouse as I made my way to the bathroom. “Marcy is awesome, and her daughter, Alba, is great too.”

“Looks like we can cross, make more friends off your list,” he chuckled, making his way across the room to me. “I’m so happy your first day went so well,” he planted a sticky kiss on my cheek. “Although, I never doubted that it would be anything but fantastic,” he smirked.

“We can’t all be as optimistic as you,” I joked.

“Need me to wash your back,” he quipped as I moved to close the bathroom door.

“I think I’ve got it covered,” I shook my head at him.

“Are you sure? I’m an excellent back washer,” he grinned.

“I’m know,” I rolled my eyes, remembering the morning after the first time we’d had sex, when we showered together.

I finished my shower, alone, and dressed in my PJs, taking my spot on the couch beside Trace. Ace curled into the curve of my legs to be close to me. I loved that little dog.

I laid my head on Trace’s shoulder, not paying attention to whatever was playing on TV.

I smiled to myself, thinking about how at ease Trace and I were, with living together. True, it had only been a week, but I felt so at peace…and loved, even if he hadn’t said it yet. I didn’t think it was possible for anything to burst my bubble.

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Thirty Two

I said goodbye to Marcy and made my way home, so I could shower, and get ready. Trace and I had plans to meet Avery and Luca at a restaurant nearby.

“You look nice,” Trace commented when I stepped out of the bedroom in a new sundress I had bought.

“I wanted to dress up,” I shrugged. Lately, all I had been wearing was shorts and t-shirts, so I wanted to look nice. “How long before we’re to meet them?” I asked, sitting on the couch to put on the heels Avery had given me.

“We should be heading out now,” he smiled at me from where he lounged on the couch with Ace curled against his body.

“I swear, all that puppy does is sleep,” I laughed. “Aren’t most puppies into mischief?”

“Probably, but not Ace,” Trace rubbed the puppy’s back, and at Trace’s touch, Ace rolled over to get his tummy rubbed. We had quickly learned that Ace loved belly rubs. “He’s special.”

“Let me fix my hair and I’ll be ready to go,” I informed him as I strolled into the bathroom. I quickly side-braided my damp hair and added some gloss to my lips.

Trace was already grabbing his car keys when I walked out.

“Bye Ace,” I crooned to the dog, kissing his soft head, and handing him a treat.

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