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Staring at his handsome profile as he breathed slow and deep, sending warm air across my shoulder, I hoped that I could be enough for him. I hoped that he didn’t get sick of me after a month, or think that I was too quiet.

Whenever I thought like that, Megan was always quick to remind me that I had excellent visual taste, was hard working, and an organizational wizard. Those were great things at work, but I didn’t know how it would translate into good girlfriend material.

My fingers began to nervously twitch as I remembered my biggest fear. What would he do if he found out that I was related to the man who was causing him grief at work?

Slowly sneaking out from his embrace, I went to the washroom, scrubbed my face, and finger-combed my hair as well as I could.

Luckily, Tyler was quite organized, and I had to wonder if he designed all of the cabinetry himself. The space really did need a bit more color though, and I shook my head, realizing I was mentally redecorating already.

I easily found everything in the kitchen to make coffee. Once I had a few sips, I checked my phone to see that Megan still hadn’t sent me a text this weekend. But that wasn’t a surprise. Since she was a bit of a party girl, I knew there would be no way she would be up before noon on a Sunday.

She needed to hear about Friday night’s terrible date. Brad was a friend of Megan’s older brother Kevin. He’d always seemed nice, so she thought he would be a perfect easy test date for me.

It was oddly amusing to me that I finally had my own slightly outrageous Saturday night story to share with her, as soon as she finally sent a message.

Megan was the other receptionist and assistant at the first optometrist office I had worked at when I finished college. But when the doctor retired, we both had to get new jobs and went our separate ways. Luckily, we remained friends and still hung out quite often.

I didn’t have a lot of people I was close with, so even though our in-person meetups were sporadic, it was nice to always have someone to text. My two best friends from school had taken off when they met their boyfriends, which had crushed me at the time. I didn’t think it would take that much energy to maintain a casual friendship, but they just weren’t interested anymore.

I had a deep feeling that Tyler and I would be texting all the time, from now on.

Digging around his kitchen, I searched for something to make a fun brunch. I made bagel pizzas with chopped vegetables and a little tomato sauce and cheese, opening the oven to check on them just as I heard Tyler in the doorway.

“Damn, girl, look at you,” he laughed. “I nod off for a few hours, and you completely take over.”

His huge grin made me giggle. He kept his distance until I took the baking sheet out of the oven, placing it on top of the stove.

The second it was safe, he pulled me into his arms, giving me a kiss so passionate it instantly made my inner thighs tingle.

The second his lips left mine and he gazed into my eyes, I knew. He was the one. He was going to be my first. And I was looking forward to it more than I could have ever imagined.

“Sweetheart, please tell me – did I go too far last night?”

I instantly shook my head. “No. Not at all.”

Tyler held me against his chest, breathing a loud sigh of relief down my back, making us both laugh. “Good. You make me feel so warm and comfortable that I always want to be that for you.”

It was as if my insides were melting as much as the cheese on our brunch. Everything about him was so wonderful. He was focused on caring for me very attentively, which I wasn’t used to.

I had Tyler sit down so that I could serve him, and he was amused that I was taking over in his own kitchen. All through our coffee and brunch, we chatted so easily that it felt like we’d known each other for weeks.

It was nice to hear how close he was with his uncle, who seemed to be training Tyler to step in and take over the business one day. But when he commented on how he admired his uncle for running an extremely honest business, I felt a little twinge of regret that my father didn’t behave the same way.

Since we both had errands to run in the afternoon, Tyler drove me home, leaving m

e with a kiss goodbye that felt like it was going to alter my breathing for at least an hour.

How on earth could anyone kiss with so much passion for just a moment in the front seat of a car?

As I puttered around my apartment and the neighborhood, picking up groceries and doing some house cleaning, I kept bursting into giggles. I suddenly had a boyfriend. An incredible man who seemed to really like me.

I knew that my feelings for Tyler were incredibly intense, and there was no way I could muffle them or slow them down. Our relationship was charging full steam ahead, as if it had a mind of its own.

As I had a light dinner, I realized I couldn’t wait to talk to Megan for advice. Tyler was so wonderful that I needed to do absolutely everything in my power to be the best possible girlfriend for him.

Digging through last year’s day planner, I found a note where I had jotted down Megan’s number last year when my old phone had been drying out in a bag of rice. Thank goodness I had a backup list.

I quickly sent her a text, and she called me back right away.

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