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“What part of let me sleep got lost in translation?” I groan and rub my eyes. I told him not to wake me up early on my birthday, which also happens to be my day off this week. Yesterday, he nodded. But did he have any intention of listening? Of course not.
“Sorry, I thought you said ‘please wake me up early so we can do the things my amazing boyfriend has planned for me,’” he says in a ridiculous high-pitched voice.
“I don’t sound like that.” I push him off me.
“I don’t sound like that,” he says, still in his incessant voice, and I chuckle.
“The dinner party is like…” I pause and reach for my phone on the nightstand. “Ten hours away. I have a whole day before what you planned. Good night.” I lift the blanket over my head.
He quickly pulls it off me and swats my cheek with kisses. “You’re adorable.” Kiss. “You actually think…” Kiss. “I didn’t plan…” Kiss. “Anything else.”
I glance at him with a raised eyebrow.
“You didn’t?”
“Oh, I did.”
“What?” I’m a tad more nervous to hear the answer than I should be. If he says bungee-jumping, I’m throwing up on the spot.
“Come on. Get up. Breakfast’s waiting.” He kisses my cheek as a parting gift and carries himself off our bed.
“Wait, you made breakfast?” My stomach grumbles at the mere mention of food. Haze rarely cooks. I know he’s much better at it than me from the number of times he saved me from burning down the apartment, but for some reason, he hates doing it. I smelled food as soon as I woke up but didn’t suspect that he could be behind it. “I thought it was Kendrick.”
“He spent the night at Allie’s. He’s only coming home for your party.” He says before he walks out.
I’ve never run out of my bedroom quicker.
A feast is waiting on the perfectly set kitchen table.
“Do I smell bacon?” I shriek, and he smiles.
Man, our love story is almost as beautiful as my story with food.
“You did all this?”
He nods. “You like it?”
“Do I like it?” I fling my arms around his neck. “Are you serious? This is amazing. I thought you didn’t cook.”
“I do today.” He pecks my lips. “For you.” I could cry when he motions to sit down and serves me. “Now, eat. We have a long day.”
“Nope. No way. You are not blindfolding me.” I run around the kitchen, and Haze chases after me. “That sounds like the beginning of a bad porno.” After we devoured what I can confidently say was the best breakfast I’ve had in a while, he told me to get dressed. He didn’t tell me where we were going, just said to keep it casual and comfortable.
“I promise it’ll be worth it.” He catches up to me and corners me against the front door.
“Why do you need me blindfolded?”
“I can’t have you seeing where we’re going. It’s a surprise. Please.”
I sigh. He seems to have put a lot of effort into this. Might as well play along.
“Fine.”
Satisfied, Haze wraps the bright red scarf he found in my stuff around my head and ties it into a tight knot.
“I’ll help you to the car.” He captures my hand into his and opens the front door.
“Wait. Why couldn’t you just wait until we got into the car to blindfold me?” I say as Haze leads me to the elevator.
