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Vince
Sydneyand I’ve barely seen one another all week, but I plan to make up for our lost time this weekend. Van and Julia are off to the beach for their mommy date, and I’ve invited Syd over for brunch.
With Syd having the entire day free, I’m hoping to spend as much of it with her as possible. Normally, Saturdays are for sleeping when Vanessa’s off, but brunch won’t cook itself. For the better part of an hour, I’ve been making Sydney’s favorite breakfast: homemade biscuits with sausage gravy. Thank God, I can follow a recipe on Google.
Sure, I could have taken her out to eat, but that means sharing her with the public. I want a quiet day hanging at the house so we can relax. With only weeks left of the semester, we could use the rest before finals.
When the doorbell rings, I set the pan on a different burner and rush to greet her. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear I am addicted to all things Sydney.
Opening the door, I’m greeted by her beautiful knowing smile, and her green eyes dance as she steps past me. “Mmmm… it smells delicious. I thought we were cooking together?”
“I was hungry,” I admit. “But I’ve waited for you. Promise.”
She reaches up on her toes and kisses my cheek. “You’ll never hear me complain if you choose to cook. You can even write that down because I’ll never pass up a homecooked meal I don’t have to cook.”
“You may change your mind after we eat, but I’ll hold you to your promise,” I tease.
Her expression clearly reads,oh, shit,what have I gotten myself into?
It’s fucking comical.
“Don’t worry, I taste tested it, and it’s edible… or we’d be heading to the nearest diner,” I finally admit as we reach the kitchen.
I’ve already set the table, so I motion for her to sit as I grab everything we need. Heading to the fridge, I pull out a fruit salad and orange juice. Then I grab the plate of sausage and biscuits I’d left warming in the oven.
“Wow, Vince, you’ve really gone all out. Thank you,” Syd says as her eyes widen at the mound of food I’m carrying.
“It’s not a big deal,” I assure her.
Once I’ve got everything settled, I take a moment to appreciate her beauty. She’s wearing a simple black hoodie with her gorgeous red hair piled on top of her head in one of those messy buns girls always wear. Her face is free of makeup, and her dusting of freckles make her absolutely breathtaking.
“What? Do I have something on my face?” she asks as she grabs a napkin and pats at her lips.
“No,” I assure her.
“Then what are you staring at?” Her tone is clearly defensive as her green eyes scrutinize my face.
Yeah, I’m not getting out of this one. I’ve been caught redhanded.
“Uh… Just your gorgeous face,” I admit shyly.
Rolling her eyes as if she’s unwilling to take the compliment or thinks I’m crazy, she mutters, “Whatever.”
She has no fucking clue as to what she does to me.
Before either of us can say a word, she asks, “Did I tell you that Chloe found out she only has one semester left of school?”
No. “What does this mean for you?”
“Well, since she won’t be staying all year, she can’t sign our lease. So that means I need to either findtwonew roommates, or a new place. I can’t afford more than what I’m paying now. But I’ve got a few months to figure things out. I’m not too worried.” She stops for a moment, and her nose crinkles like she’s just tasted something bad. “Ugg…” She exhales heavily. “The thought of living with new roommates sucks. Maybe I can find a studio or something.”
Never having to deal with living with strangers, I can’t say I can relate, but knowing they’ve lived together for the past few years can’t be easy to give up. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” I assure her. “Thankfully, you have until August to settle things.”
As soon as we finish eating, she’s up and out of her chair to clear her dish. On the way to the sink, she yawns heavily and asks, “After breakfast, what do you say to binge-watching this new show Chloe told me about on Netflix?”
I don’t care what we do, as long as she’s hereis my first thought, though the words, “Sounds good,” somehow spill from my lips coherently.
“Would it be too much to ask if we watch it in Jules’ favorite place? I promise I won’t put up a fight if we nap either. Last night at work was rough, and I’m dragging today.”
