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CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

CHLOE

Iwake up with a migraine.

It hurts so bad it almost makes me forget about how D woke me up last night and all the fun we had. I'm getting more and more comfortable with asking for or telling D what it is I want and need, but sometimes I still need a little nudge.

HE ISNT WHO YOU THINK HE IS

The text message I received before going to be last night flashes into my mind. It makes me angry that Blake is so hell-bent on trying to break us up. There’s nothing he can do or send that will make me give up on what I have with D.

Speaking of D, when I roll over, his side of the bed is empty. The smell of coffee brewing tells me he’s in the kitchen, but the last thing I feel like doing is getting out of bed. I can’t remember the last time my head hurt this bad. But caffeine will likely help, so I pull the covers back and sit up.

As soon as my feet hit the floor, I catch D walking into the bedroom with a steaming mug of coffee in his hand.

“Good morning, théa. I made you coffee.”

“How did you know that’s exactly what I need right now?”

“I make it my business to know what you desire at all times.”

A smile breaks out on my face, but it shoots pain into my head, and I wince.

“What’s wrong?” D asks, placing the mug on the nightstand.

“I woke up with a migraine,” I tell him, rubbing the side of my head, “but it’s nothing a little caffeine can’t fix.”

“Why don’t you go back to sleep? Take the day off and relax.”

“No, I’m sure I’ll be fine with coffee and a shower.”

“Chloe.”

He stuns me with a glance, and I know I won’t be going into work today.

“Or I can lay back down.”

D winks at me as I tuck my legs back under the blankets and get comfortable. I stay sitting up so I can still drink my coffee. He’s looking at me the same way he did last night, and it makes my heart race. I want to tell him I love him. I think—I know—he feels the same. I see it in the way he looks at me sometimes. As though he can’t believe this is true. That it must be a dream.

I know, because that’s exactly how I feel, too.

I inhale a deep breath, ready to finally spit it out and tell him how I feel, but he speaks first.

“Chloe, there’s something I need to talk to you about. But it deserves more than a quick morning conversation before I rush off to work. Maybe I can cook us a special dinner tonight, and we can talk about it then.”

Goose bumps scatter down my arms at his proposal.

He’s going to tell me he loves me.

“That sounds wonderful. Looking forward to it.”

D leans forward and kisses my head gently.

“Enjoy your day, and I hope you feel better soon, théa.”

“I’ll miss you,” I tell him.

“You too.”

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