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Shaking my head, I reach for his face as he sits on the edge of the bed. "No. More like I’m feeling guilty you felt you had to. I'm sorry if I made you feel that way. I told you I wasn't scared of you and treated you like you were dangerous anyway. You're not."
"I scared you. I wasn't cautious enough and for a moment forgot how different we are."
"Everything happened how it should. How else was I going to know what I was missing out on?" I run my thumb over his bottom lip.
"And now you'll never have to go without it." Leaning down, he kisses my lips.
He keeps using those words, always and never. He's promising me too much at once and my heart doesn't know whether to accept it all or not. I'm returning home in a week and I can't see how continuing after that will be possible. What do I tell my parents?Meet my older demon boyfriend?Except I can't call him my boyfriend when neither of us has agreed to that. What we have is better staying here. Why can't I say the words out loud?
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just spaced out. That nap definitely wasn't long enough."
"Rest then. I'll go make us brunch. You can wake up to eat and we'll nap together after we're done eating."
"Then take a real shower?"
"Yes. Then take a real shower. I'll let you choose what we do the rest of the day."
"Then you should choose what we eat."
His brows bunch together. "I have. Waffles."
Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. "No. Something you want to try. Not my favorites. What's a food you haven't tried and are curious about?"
His face is perplexed as he sits up straight. "Spaghetti and chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and Pop-Tarts."
My heart warms and I smile. He really is adorable sometimes. "Pop-Tarts, huh? Not so sure those qualify as food."
"They are placed with food at the grocery store and that's good enough for me."
"I know I told you to choose, but we're not having Pop-Tarts for brunch. Not sure we have any here anyway. And the cookies can be for later."
"So spaghetti then?"
I don't have the heart to tell the guy that no one eats spaghetti for brunch either. I'm worried I've already broken his spirit about the Pop-Tarts and chocolate chip cookies. Wanting to keep him smiling exactly as he is, I nod. "Spaghetti then. Need help making it? I'm not the best cook but I can handle the simpler meals."
"No. I told you I'd handle it so you can rest, and I will."
"But do you know how?"
"Maybe it's in the recipe book I found in the kitchen."
Laughing at how helpless he looks, I sit up and get out of bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Change of plans. We'll cook together, eat, and then crawl back in bed for a nap."
"Okay." He stands up and watches me dress before following me to the kitchen, smiling and humming.
"What song is that?"
"Song?" Confusion spreads across his face.
"The one you're humming?" I ask, going to the pantry. "Oh, and can you grab the ground beef from the freezer?"
"I'm not sure but I heard it before on the radio when I drove with Albert or went to grocery stores. He used to change the station because he didn't care for it but it's kind of something that's stuck in my head."
