“That isnot—never mind.”
And everything clicks. “Oh my god.Oh my god. You’re amodel.”
He briefly closes his eyes.
“I mean, I don’t care what you do, but it seems like you’re not eating enough, and—”
“It’s a side thing,” he says.
“That makes sense. It’s probably a lot like acting, right? Not something you do every day since they have to pick you? What have you—where would I—” I cut myself off with a squeak. Flap my hands. Shake my head. “Never mind. Never mind. The only thing that matters about a job is that it makes you happy. If you want to talk about it, you’ll talk about it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“I can understand that. It’s probably something that makes people act—um…like this?”
I am such an idiot and I need to stop talking.
But one corner of his mouth hitches up like he’s amused.
Not all the way amused.
But some amused.
The woman at the doctor’s office.
Of course.
She recognized himbecause he’s a model.
His stomach rumbles again.
I give him a stern librarian look even though I want to google him and see what he’s been in. Like,now.
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” he mutters. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go have bacon.”
I squeal and clap my hands—even models need to eat, don’t they?—and ten minutes later, we’re having coffee and a plate of bacon while we wait for pineapple pancakes and loco moco, which is apparently a Hawaiian breakfast dish that I declared we both have to try while we’re here.
Theo eyes the bacon.
I pick up a piece and bite into it, andoh my god.
Is it being in paradise?
Is it the effect of multiple orgasms and parasailing?
Is it being here with Theo?
Or is this the most freaking delicious bacon I’ve ever had in my life? It’s salty and just a little sweet and the perfect kind of crunchy andoh my god, I am moving here and living in this kitchen where Theo will make me chocolate chip cookies and the chef here will make me bacon and I will love everyone with everything I have and life will be complete.
“Are you coming over that bacon?” Theo asks.
“Mm-hmm.”
If I grab the whole plate and declare it to be mine, will that be enough to spark him to steal a piece?
Wait. Why are there two of him? Even getting drunk off my ass didn’t result intwoof him.
Oh.
