Page 109 of Need You To Choose Me

“Oh, you don’t have to?—”

“I know I don’thaveto, but I want to.” Those serious eyes bore into me as his thumb rubs over my wrist. “Let me take care of you, Blondie.”

There were those words again.

A shiver runs down my spine at his intense gaze, warmth rising up my neck. My chest tightens, making it hard to breathe.

Seconds tick by as we just stare at one another. It seems like his gaze is sucking me in, and I’m falling deeper under his spell, unable to resist him. Not when he’s looking at me that way.

“Does that mean I have to eat healthy too?” Levi asks, breaking the tension between us. “Because I don’t like that.”

Blake and I exchange a look, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to prevent myself from laughing.

I wrap my arm around his shoulders. “No, you can eat whatever you want.”

“Good, because I want waffles.”

“Waffles coming right up.” Mrs. Maxwell winks at him.

“With chocolate syrup!” Levi adds.

“Is there any other kind?” Amusement dances in the older woman’s eyes. Her gaze lingers on us for a moment longer, her face softening before she starts preparing food, and Blake joins her, the two of them working in silent unison.

I feel slightly guilty for just sitting there, but Levi is chatting away telling me about his favorite character from a cartoon that he dreamt about, when plates appear in front of us, and my stomach rumbles in protest.

I gaze longingly at the waffle covered in chocolate before switching my attention to yogurt with fruit and some kind of seeds.

“You don’t like it.”

Blake starts to pull the plate away, but I place my hand over his. “No, it looks great.”

“But waffles look better.”

“What can I say, Munchkin knows what it wants. But this will be perfect. Thank you.” I sink the spoon into the bowl and take a bite, a small moan coming out. I cover my mouth as I look up to find Blake watching me, his irises dark. “This is really good.”

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Good. Eat.”

Instead of joining us, Blake goes to the coffee machine and grabs a cup, leaning against the counter as he watches us.

“Sav?” I turn to Levi, who’s enjoying his waffles, a little bit of chocolate smeared over his cheeks. “Why do you call the baby Munchkin?”

“Because I don’t have a name for the baby just yet. And I have to call it something.”

Levi thinks about it for a second, his face serious. “I guess you’re right.” Levi nods, and his face lights up. “I could help you pick it up!”

“You could help me pick itout,” I correct. “Any suggestions?”

“Hmm…” He purses his lips, his brows furrowing in concentration. “I have to think about it.”

“How about you think about it as you get dressed?” Blake interjects. “We’ll be late for school, so finish your breakfast and go change.”

Shit.

“Okay, I’m going.”

From the corner of my eye, I can see Levi stuff the rest of his food into his mouth before he jumps out of his seat and leaves the room, just as my gaze lands on the clock on the stove.

“I should go also.” I push to my feet. “I have to get rea?—”

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