Page 101 of Elevator Pitch

Sunflower,

- I took your keys and entered your apartment, BUT I didn’t want to wake you & had a reason.

- I fed Peach

- I grabbed what I thought you’d need & locked up

- Everything is on the bathroom counter

- I wanted you to feel at home

There’s an arrow on the bottom of the page instructing me to flip the note over. It reads:

Would you accept my tongue as a proper apology?

Yes, or no?

Circle one

This man is truly something else. My laughter wakes up Clifford, who stretches beside me.

“Your dad is silly.” His tail flops around in response.

I head to the bathroom to check the bag, and he did a good job. Greyson himself has a great skincare routine, so he knew exactly what to look for. With hair and body products, he seemed to have panicked and picked up many different things, but the basics are all here.

There are pajamas and a change of clothes so I wouldn’t have to do the walk of shame from his place in my ripped dress from last night. He even set out a new toothbrush for me. I’m surprised to see my shower capandbonnet, too. He must be hoping to get another night out of me.

I wanted you to feel at home.

I freshen up and grab a pen off the nightstand, remembering to circle an answer on the note he left me before I follow the smell of bacon, hoping to find him at the source. When I enter the kitchen, his back is to me—he’s shirtless, and I try not to drool as I admire the muscles in his back. I’m certain I stand there gawking like a creep for who knows how long when he looks over his shoulder and winks at me.

He turns to face me with a wide smile, and I make note of how happy he is every time he sees me. His eyes rake over me, and he bites his lip before he speaks.

“Good morning, Sunflower.”

“Breaking and entering with a side of breakfast? You’re so good to me.”

He places his hand over his heart like I wounded him.

“I had my reasons. Peach was at the top of that list,” he reminds me.

“You’re right. Thanks for taking care of her.”

“Anytime.”

He wraps me up in a hug, and I nuzzle into his chest, sighing in contentment, breathing in his scent. He rests his chin on my head for a moment, kissing the top of my head as we pull apart. I glance over at the spread and he perks up.

He clears his throat and gestures toward the counter. “Uh, I made bacon, egg and cheese croissants, kimchi jeon ????1 and kongnamul guk ?????2. I have cereal and donuts too, if none of this sounds good to you.”

He seems nervous, and I’m not used to this side of him. It’s cute.

“Are you kidding? I appreciate that you cooked, and I’m going to try it all.”

“Really?”

His face lights up, and we’re just cheesing at each other. After a moment, he breaks the spell with a shake of his head.

“Sorry. Let me get your food.”

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