“Sera, I am so,sosorry. I am such an asshole. I should never have spoken to you like that, and you have every right to be angry with me. But I need you to know how sorry I am for how I treated you,” I say, looking into her eyes.

I wait tensely for her reaction. I’m expecting her to give me an earful, to lecture me about respect and never speaking to her like that—and she would be fully within her rights to do so.I deserve to feel all of her anger, all of the hurt I gave her. She shouldn’t hold on to that; she should throw it back at me.

She bites her lip and sighs, looking down at my hand holding hers.

I wait, wondering if I should try and explain more, or tell her again that I’m sorry.

She threads her fingers through mine and looks up at me. Her eyes are warm and kind.

“You,“ she grins, tilting her head to the side, “owe me a foot massage.”

She’s looking proud of herself.

“A foot massage?” I ask in confusion.

“Yes.Not a quick one.Not five minutes and then you stop when you’re bored. No. I want aproperone. With lotion that smells like roses.”

I start laughing, the low rumble building from my belly and spilling from my lips. “Is this mypunishment?” I ask, realizing what she’s doing.

“It’s how you are going to make it up to me,” she nods, still smiling, her eyes glittering with relief that our fight is already over before it began.

“What else?” I ask, reaching beneath the table to pull her chair closer to mine. “Because at this point, you could ask me for a new Mercedes, and I’d say yes.”

“Mm.” She presses her finger over her lips, thinking.

“Name the color. Custom pink? Blue? Blue really suits you. Or emerald green to match your eyes,” I grin.

Eventually, she shakes her head. “I think the foot massage is sufficient.”

My heart aches. How is she so sweet, so perfect?

Threading my arm around her back, I pull her tight against my side and kiss the top of her head when she snuggles into me.

“Sera, I really am so sorry. I hate that I spoke to you like that. The stuff you showed me—it caught me off guard, and I reacted in anger aboutthat, it was never meant to be directed at you.”

She stays snuggled against me and whispers, “It’s okay, Nico. I forgive you. I know it was a lot to take in.”

“But I hurt you.” I lift her chin with my hand beneath it and her eyes pierce into mine. “Something I never want to do.”

“I’m tougher than you think,” she smiles, leaning closer to kiss me.

She suddenly remembers where we are and sits up. A lot of people from the office come to this coffee shop, and our relationship is supposed to be a secret.

I glance to my left and right—no one we know is here.

Taking her face in my hands, I press my lips to hers and kiss her deeply.

My heart is slamming wildly against my ribs.

“Ehem,” the waitress politely draws our attention.

She sets coffee and croissants down in front of us, then grins at me before turning to Sera and saying, “You are the luckiest girl on the planet.”

She laughs and walks away with a skip in her step.

“See,” Sera smirks at me. “I told you she has a little crush on you.”

“Well, she’s too late. I met the girl of my dreams just a month or so ago,” I reply, scooping some sugar into Sera’s coffee for her.