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I was now sharing a house with him—and a bed—thanks to the damage that’d been done to the roof.
Damage that was, in fact, way worse than we’d originally thought.
There was going to be a major rehaul of the place that was going to be much more extensive than just getting a new roof put on like we’d originally thought.
So now, at two weeks of officially knowing Lock Downy, I was living with him.
Not only was I living with him, but I was sleeping in his bed every night. Sleeping withhimevery night, if you caught my drift.
We ate dinner together when he and I both got home on time.
We watched movies.
We dated…without actually categorizing ourselves as ‘dating.’
It was incredibly weird…and I liked it.
I only wished we could put an actual label on it if only to make my mind be able to more properly handle the situation.
Kind of like right then.
Lock was staring at me, looking as if he wanted to hug me, and there was a woman that worked in the drive-through who was looking at him as if he was a shiny new toy she’d like to tear out of his package.
Yes, lady. He does look incredibly sexy in his uniform.
Was it okay for me to get pissed at the lady? Or did I not have the right because we weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend?
I needed a damn label!
Like, was I allowed to flip the lady off? Or was it okay to sit there allowing her to eye-fuck him right in front of me?
When she handed him the small bag that I knew didn’t hold enough food to feed a baby, let alone two of us, I stared at him in confusion.
But he was pulling out without acknowledging the woman, before I had a second to ask him a question.
Two minutes after that, he was pulling into another drive-through.
This time I paid attention to what he was ordering.
Waffles fries.
I frowned but still said nothing.
This went on four more times, and by the time we ended up back at Lock’s place, he had six bags in his saddlebags, all from different fast-food restaurants.
When he got off, he grabbed them all up, then reached for my hand.
Without a word, he led me inside, and then set all the food out on the kitchen table.
I stared at it in shock.
He’d gotten all my favorite things, from six different places.
Waffle fries from Chick-Fil-A. A burrito from my favorite taco chain. A sweet tea from McAlisters. A burger from Whataburger. A couple of cookies from Rico’s. And finally a milkshake from Brauns.
I started to cry.
I just couldn’t help it.
