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“Making the best of our evening together.”

“And that is?”

“Having our date here.”

“What’s in the bag?”

“I knew you were lying about being ill, but nonetheless, I brought some stuff.”

I give a helpless laugh and throw a pillow at him.

“Hey! Is that how you thank me?” Connor lets out a sigh that sounds half-amused, half-exasperated, before sitting down beside me. He lounges back, exuding total comfort in my living room.

It’s like he belongs here. How did we go from barely speaking to this?

“You’re acting like I’m contagious. Relax and come closer.” He pats the spot beside him on the couch.

Taking a deep breath, I move closer to him, trying to maintain some distance, but Connor scoops me into his lap, wrapping one arm around me to trap me. What he doesn’t know? I don’t even want to get out of this. I let myself sink into his warm embrace because this is exactly what I need after this shitty day.

“See? That’s not so bad, is it?” he asks.

It’s not. I rest my head against his chest.

“Alright.” Connor fishes out his phone. “Let’s order some food. What are you in the mood for?”

“I just ate, so I don’t need anything.”

“Ramen doesn’t count. When was the last time you ate actual food?”

“Lunch.” It’s a lie, but he doesn’t know that.

“Blue. I know you didn’t have lunch.”

“Did you stalk me again?”

“Again? Who said I stopped.”

I huff. “Fine, my stalker. How about Thai?”

“Perfect.” He opens up the food delivery app on his phone. “How does Pad Thai and green curry sound?”

“Delicious.”

“Any appetizers? Spring rolls? Fried wontons?”

“Spring rolls. Definitely, spring rolls.”

“Okay, we’re all set. It should be here in… about an hour.”

“Thanks.”

“Anything for you, Blue.”

I nuzzle closer to him, not caring about any boundaries or reservations I previously had. This moment feels too good to question it.

His arm tightens, pulling me closer to him. What would it be like to have this kind of comfort every day?

Coming home and cuddling with him.

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