I took a sip of my smoothie as I read it.
Beauty:Requesting status report.
I smiled.
Me:I’m fine:’)
He’d texted me at least twenty times asking if I was okay since I’d left the house two hours ago.
Beauty:Are you having cramps? A headache? Knee pains?
I chuckled.
Me:Yes to all, but they’re bearable.
Beauty:Do you need more chocolates? I could bring them over if you’d like.
Me:Shouldn’t you be working?
Beauty:Fuck work, babe.
I finished my smoothie and slid the empty cup to the side.
Me:Hey, now. I want my personal library???
Beauty:I know, and you’ll get it. Me worrying about you doesn’t affect the renovation process.
Me:Yay!
Beauty:So, chocolates? Or maybe lemon tea?
I chuckled again.
Me:I’m good, Myles.
“Special delivery!” Daniel placed a mini tray on the counter with a flourish. “Cruz sent these cookies for ya.”
I smiled.Thank you, I signed.
Daniel gave me a wink before walking away.
Beauty:Okay, if you say so.
I shoved a warm piece of cookie into my mouth.
Fuck, that wasgood.
I could tasteAçaíand cinnamon and something nutty in it, and with how soft it was, it melted almost immediately into my mouth.
Me:Can I ask you something?
I finished an entire cookie as I waited for Myles to reply.
I had payroll sheets to finalize and stock receipts to sign, but here I was, shamelessly eating baked goods and distracting my boyfriend when he, too, was supposed to be working.
Beauty:Of course.
I bit my lower lip as I typed out my question.
