Page 15 of Just My Type
“It’s fine,” I mumble.
Noah scoffs. “It’s better than fine, Gorgeous. I take coffee extremely seriously, which is how I know that is latte perfection right there.”
“Ugh, fine.” I lean back on the couch, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. “It’s perfect. You’re the god of espresso. Is that what you want to hear?”
He grins at me. “Fuck yeah, it is.” At another knock on the door, he hops up from the couch like an excitable puppy. “Donuts!” He strides to the door, opening it and taking a pink box from a delivery guy. “Have a great day!” he calls, closing the door and coming back to the couch, setting the box on the cushion between us.
This morning is so confusing.
“How did you get a delivery guy to come all the way up here?”
He shrugs, flipping the box open, revealing a dozen of the prettiest donuts I’ve ever seen. “I know the owner of the bakery. Made a house call when his daughter was having issues after she got her wisdom teeth out, so he owed me a favor. I asked Jordan to leave the door downstairs unlocked when he left for thehospital this morning. You get first pick.” Noah slides the box towards me.
“I prefer muffins,” I say in my brattiest tone, testing him.
Noah just laughs. “I’ll remember that for next time.”
Next time. I find I don’t hate the sound of that. I study the box before picking a vanilla frosted with rainbow sprinkles.
“Good choice.” He grins at me before picking his own donut and setting the box on the coffee table. “So, you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here so early.”
“I was,” I mumble through a mouthful of donut. Swallowing, I take a sip of coffee before continuing. “I care less about the reason now that I have a donut and very good caffeine.”
Noah chuckles, knocking his knee against mine. “Can be bribed with caffeine and breakfast pastries. Excellent information.”
“Are you, like, keeping a file on me or something?”
“Would it be weird if I said yes?”
“One hundred percent it would.”
Noah gives me a look that can only be described as smoldering, and my heart knocks against my chest when he glides a finger over the sensitive skin on the underside of my wrist. “Well, then I’m the weirdest. I want to know everything about you, Han, and I don’t want to forget anything.”
What. The. Fuck.
I’m not an idiot. I know Noah thinks he’s attracted to me or whatever, but he’s never been so…overt about it. I’m not sure what to do with that right now, and I haven’t had nearly enough caffeine to figure it out, so I change the subject. “Were you going to tell me why you’re in my apartment at seven in the morning?”
Noah takes the final bite of his donut, turning on the couch so he’s facing me. “Okay, so I have a really good idea, but I need you to keep an open mind.”
I roll my eyes. “I think I hate it already.”
He shakes his head, disappointment all over his face. “Han, that’s, like, the opposite of an open mind.”
“Open minds are not my specialty.” Although, neither is telling people my secrets yet I sure managed to do a fuckton of that last night.
He nods, like he’s accepting this part of my personality without question, and I have no clue why that means so much to me. I’m going to need seven to ten business days to recover from whatever is happening right now.
“I respect that. So instead of an open mind, maybe just don’t say no right away. Can you do that?”
“I guess it’s the least I can do, since you brought me coffee and donuts.”
He grins. “That’s my girl. But also, I didn’t just bring you the coffee—I made you the coffee, so that definitely gives me extra points.”
“Maybe next time keep your extra points and I’ll make my own coffee,” I say dryly, ignoring the little stomach flip at histhat’s my girlcomment.
“I hear the words coming out of your mouth, but I don’t believe them at all. Especially since you make this little happy hum every time you take a sip of that latte. You can say it. It’s the best coffee you’ve ever had, right?”
Do I make a happy hum? God, I probably do because he’s right that this is the best latte I’ve ever had. “It’s fine.”
