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When his grip loosens in my hair, I place one final kiss on his scruffy jaw before pushing off of him to startourday.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Grady

As I pull into Vivi’s driveway, I can’t help but smile down at my passenger seat.

I promised her that I would bring breakfast, so I stopped at The Loop to grab breakfast sandwiches and parfaits from Morning Munch. But that wasn’t it.

Before I left the house, I FaceTimed the girls and Arielle took them to get doughnuts and chocolate milk for breakfast which reminded me of last night when Vivi said that doughnuts were herfavoritedessert ever.She was half feral when she was describing all the different flavors Calypso makes on Saturdays.

I was pretty sure she said doughnuts on Saturdays and strudels on Sundays. I decided to take the chance.

Lexi wasn’t surprised at all when she saw me order half a dozen. I ordered three of the flavors I remembered Vivi mentioned—key lime, strawberry shortcake, and rocky road—and took a chance on three that practically had my mouth watering. Fruity pebbles, mixed berry, and German chocolate. As Calypso was wrapping up the pastries, thinking nothing out of the ordinary, Lexi came up. She ordered Vivi’s favorite drink for me—on the house and to-go.She hopped up on the counter, looking smug as hell.

It took Calypso a solid ten seconds to stop glancing between us. Once she picked her jaw off the floor and lowered her eyebrows from the ceiling, she made me the dirty chai with oat milk. I figured there was nothing stopping me now, so I ordered a cappuccino and gathered the items. Before I could turn away, Lexi cleared her throat.

When I turned back to her, I raised my brows in question.

“You know who loves fresh flowers on weekend mornings?”

Calypso gave me an encouraging grin and quick nod, but thankfully didn’t push further.

Even if I didn’t know for a fact that Calypso and Lexi would be expecting to see the flowers, I would’ve stopped by Sunday Blooms anyway. I want to give Genevieve all the best mornings. Every day. Forever. Whatever she is willing to give me.

That’s how I ended up with an array of options for her this morning, all wrapped into a plastic bag next to the coffees and marigold bouquet.

I’m taking a chance on the duffel bag full of clothes in the backseat. I don’t want to assume anything, and she had only asked me to come back. But Ireallyhope that she wants me to stay the night again.

I’d happily sleep on her living room floor by myself with her tucked into her own bed. Anything to just be near her.

I consider leaving it in my Jeep but figure we were working our way toward putting it all on the table. No more games, no more secrets. And sure, we’re still working on breaching some subjects, but I can let her know that I want to be with her tonight.

She opens the door and looks more gorgeous than anyone should have any right to. My hands are full but that doesn’t stop me from taking a long minute to soak in the sight of her.

Her hair is wet, slowly drying into her natural waves. She has minimal make-up on, most of it used to bring the green out in her eyes. Except for the dusty pink lipstick. It’s just natural enough to resemble a bratty pout. I’d love nothing more than to kiss it off her.

Her outfit is what’s really about to bring me to my knees right here, right now.

She’s wearing a light green button-down sweater and short set. The material looks light and soft. It hugs her curves in all of the right places but is just loose enough that I could easily slip my hands around all of my favorite spots. She has it unbuttoned enough to see a white lacy bra underneath—one I now recognize.

She looks cozy and adorable but somehow sexy and tempting as hell. Just looking at her has me half hard on her front porch.

“I love you in green,” I tell her in a husky voice.

She gives me a beaming smile. “Thanks, it’s my favorite. What can I help with?” She motions toward all the things I’m balancing.

“Oh, uh.” I try to hand her the bag of food, but the coffees are blocking it, so she goes for the duffel bag instead.

“Wow, I can’t wait to see what Grady Miller wears to bed,” she teases.

I guess that answers my question about staying the night.

She sets my bag down by her couch.

And that answers the question about where I’ll be sleeping.

I’m okay with that. Even if my cock would like to fall asleep buried deep in her.

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