Page 170 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

“That you’re my girlfriend. And I’m your boyfriend. Although, you should know there will be nobacksiesthis time. Once you say yes, your fine ass isn’t walking out of my life ever again.”

Her smile feels like home.

What I wouldn’t fucking do for that smile.

“So, what do you say, rich girl? You okay with that?” I ask.

She pauses, pretending like she needs time to think it through. Then she marks the beginning of a very messy, but beautiful story with one sentence.

“I’m okay with that.”

Lacey

If you wereto ask me what a perfect morning looks like to me, I’d talk about this moment.

Right now.

It has all the elements to make waking up at the crack of dawn to go serve coffee at minimum wage a slightlylessshitty experience.

With sunrays filtering through my curtains, birds singing outside my window, my boyfriend lying in my bed with his arm wrapped around me, what else could a girl ask for?

Nothing.

This is perfection right here.

I try to reach for my phone, which is going off on my nightstand, but TJ doesn’t budge, still holding me tightly against him. I struggle to free myself from his embrace, and I can tell from the small smile forming at the corners of his mouth that he’s enjoying it.

I can’t contain my laughter. “Babe, I need to turn off the alarm. Let go!”

“If I let go, you’re going to get up and start getting ready, so that’s a no from me.”

“I’ll stay and cuddle for an extra five minutes before I start getting ready, how’s that?”

He cracks one eye open, that gorgeous smile still dancing on his lips as he considers his options. “Ten. And we shower together.”

“Ten minutes, and we shower together, but weonlyshower because I can’t be late to work again,” I counter.

He pouts. “Not even a quickie?”

He has no idea how much I’d like that, but our morning showers have made me late to work twice since we officially got back together, and I’m not trying to get fired. I need this job, as tedious as it might be.

“I really can’t, but I get off work at five. Then we don’t have to be at Theo’s party until eight thirty. We’ll have time then.”

TJ groans, releasing me as he rolls onto his back. “Can’t. I promised the guys I’d hang out with them until the party. They’ve got a bunch of stupid shit planned for Theo’s birthday.”

I grab my phone off the nightstand and silence the blaring alarm before it drives us bonkers. “Then you can do all sorts of nasty things to meafterthe party.”

His smile grows. “I’ll hold you to that. Now, get back here and give me those cuddles.”

I check the time on my phone. All that arguing has cost us three minutes of cuddling time.

“I—”

I’m interrupted by yet another alarm, but this one is different, damn near deafening.

The fire alarm.

What the…

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