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Dominic steps to me, putting his hand on my cheek. “Text me in the morning.” He leans in to kiss the corner of my lips, and then he’s gone.

Chapter Eighteen

Dominic

I wake up later in the morning than usual. I shower, then make myself some coffee. When I sit down to drink it, my phone lights up with a text notification.

Sexy Neighbor: Be here in thirty for breakfast.

I smile as I put my phone on the table, wondering if I should keep him waiting like he keeps me waiting. Should I show up on time? Answer him? Let him wonder… Deny his invitation? No, I couldn’t do that.

I pick up my phone and send him a thumbs up emoji. After finishing my coffee, I head upstairs to get dressed, then go over to his house.

When I got home last night, my dick was mad that I didn’t accept his invite. But I was in a weird mood, and it probably wouldn’t have been good for either of us.

Lying isn’t something I deal with well. At all. I’ve been lied to so many times in my life. But it wasn’t so much abouthim lying to me, but more about how it made me feel. It was jarring how much it upset me. How easily I believe everything he says and don’t question it. This started out as curiosity, maybe a little obsession, but now there are feelings. Actual feelings. I like him more each time I spend time with him. I have no idea how he feels. He still tells me he can’t stand me, and I wonder if I should take that seriously. At first, it was all fun and games. Now? It’s different. My heart is on the line, and when that happens… well, red flags don’t always look so red.

I ring the bell, and he opens the door a moment later. I move to step in, but he holds his hands up.

“I need to start off by telling you I am nowhere near as good a cook as you. I don’t even remember the last time Itriedto cook something that didn’t involve the microwave.”

“Aw, you tried to make me breakfast. That’s sweet.”

He rolls his lips between his teeth and nods. I head into the kitchen, noting nothing smells burnt. That’s a good sign.

“What’s the special occasion?” I ask, taking a seat at his dining table that is covered in a tablecloth, place mats, and a vase with fresh flowers. It looks like a showcase table and not where we should eat.

“Just felt it was fair,” he says, opening the oven and pulling out a glass dish.

“Smells good,” I comment.

“Better taste good, too. Do you want coffee?”

“Sure.”

He looks at me over his shoulder. “Can you, uh, make it?”

I huff out a laugh and get to my feet, sneaking a look at what he made in the process. Looks like a French toast bake or some kind of fancy bread.

I get the coffee going and grab two mugs from the cabinet. Mikah carefully cuts into what he made, putting some on each plate that he laid out. He’s muttering something to himself, which is adorable. He turns the food a little, trying to make it look nice, as if I care. It’s all going in my mouth, but I appreciate the effort. When he’s done, he stands up straight and gives a firm nod, grabbing both and bringing them to the table.

He gets a small bottle of maple syrup from the cabinet by the fridge and puts it on the table, then looks everything over again to make sure it’s perfect.

“I’m not the Queen,” I comment when he walks back into the kitchen. He looks at me like he’s just realizing I’m here. The coffee pot spits and hisses, letting me know it’s done, so I pour some into my mug, then press the button to get some hot water into the other for his tea. When it’s done, we go to the table, sit and eat.

“How is it?” he asks as soon as my lips wrap around the fork. “Sorry,” he says when I raise a brow, pulling the fork from my mouth.

I chew my food and swallow. “It’s really good,” I comment. “Where did you find the recipe?”

“Some random website. Seemed like the easiest thing that wasn’t just scrambled eggs and toast.”

“I like scrambled eggs and toast,” I defend, reaching for my coffee.

“I had an idea I wanted to run by you,” he says carefully.

“Go on.”

“So, regarding my issues with the video…” He clears his throat, cutting another piece of food but not eating it. “I think we do what you said and make a second video. It’ll make me feel better.”

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