Page 158 of Butter My Biscuit

His fingers slide against the small of my back. I meet his eyes in the mirror.

“It all worked out. Like always.”

He kisses the back of my head, and as he uses the bathroom, I climb back into his bed, staring at the ceiling. A minute later, he’s walking toward me, lying down next to me.

“What are your plans today?”

“I’m working on my website today, and I have a meeting with a client at the coffee shop this afternoon.”

He leans over, kissing me. “I’ll meet you there after work. Maybe we can grab dinner at the café?”

“That sounds so good. I’ll miss you,” I tell him, kissing his nose, knowing he needs to get dressed for work but also selfishly loving lying with him.

“Same,” he says, pulling me to him.

I smile against his lips. “Looking forward to being your roommate, bestie.”

“Hell yeah.”

We pull ourselves away from one another and get dressed. Colt is awake, and I can smell the Folgers brewing in the kitchen. I open the door and walk out, seeing him standing there at the kitchen sink with his glasses on.

“You and Remi have the same frames.”

“Not on purpose.” He gives me a grin.

Harrison walks behind me, grinning. “It’s weird twin shit.” He swipes his to-go coffee mug off the counter and fills it with coffee.

“You basically took the whole pot,” Colt says, shaking his head. “You suck.”

“Thanks. If I’m late, Beckett is going to start throwing punches. I owe you.” Harrison laughs and places his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “Oh yeah, I’m moving out.”

Harrison grabs his mug and walks toward me.

“Seriously?” Then, Colt gives a fist pump.

“And I thought you’d be upset that I was stealing your roommate,” I tell him with a laugh.

“Absolutely not. He’s your problem now.” Colt smirks as Harrison wraps his arm around my shoulder and leads me outside.

He leans forward and kisses me. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper, then we go our separate ways.

I’m all smiles as I head home.

By the time I make it to town, everyone is waking up, and the gas station is full of people filling up their tanks. The early shoppers are parked at the grocery store, and the line of customers is pouring out of the bakery. I pass by it all, not stopping until my car is in my driveway. Now that some time has passed, everyone is aware that Harrison and I are together and that we’re officially dating.

I guess no one in Valentine needed an announcement after they witnessed the wedding of the year being called off in real time. When I play back the fuzzy memory in my head, it replays like a cheap reality TV show, but, hell, I’d do it again. Because now, the dust has settled, and most people have moved on to the next rumor. Our PDA doesn’t even get a second glance anymore; it’s like we’ve always been this way. And it’s freeing to be openly in love with my best friend. No one questions if we’re supposed to be together. I sat at a table for one for a long time, and I’m glad I woke the hell up.

I didn’t know life could be like this, and each day I wake up, I get to live in my very own romance movie with my best friend. The good guy got the girl, so all that’s left is our happily ever after, and we’re writing that part of our story right now.

After I work on my website for a few hours, I look at all the stuff I have in my condo and smile, thinking about moving in with Harrison. I just hope Remi takes it okay because we’ve grown close, living together. She kept my secrets, and I’ll keep hers; it’s a pact we have.

When I look at the clock, I realize I need to make my way to the coffee shop. Once I grab my drink, I sit at the far table by the window so I can people-watch. Then, I open my laptop to kill some time. I review what I did earlier, and as I get ready to close out everything, someone approaches.

I look up and see Stephanie with her blonde hair curled at the ends. I stand and pull her into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry I needed you to meet me at the last minute,” she says, sitting in the chair in front of me.

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