Every moment of yesterday should have absolutely sucked, but at each downturn, Beck was there…and made it better.
It didn’t take too long between the four of us to pack up my tiny apartment. After the plate throwing, I decided to take Beck’s advice and just leave whatever I didn’t want.
Unloading everything at Beck’s place didn’t take long either. I picked the guest bedroom farthest away from him as possible, and thankfully, Beck didn’t make any flirty remarks about me sleeping in his bed again.
It had to have been abundantly clear to everyone yesterday that my patience was maxed out. Even Lucie didn’t say a teasing word when we picked Dottie up. Although it didn’t save me from waking up from messages today in our group chat.
Therapy Dupe
Lucie
Let’s get brunch today. Mandatory girl time.
Callie
I agree! Zenith at 10?
Reagan
The chef there is hot, you know I’m there.
Emma
Count me in!
Lucie
It’s a date. See EVERYONE there soon!
I don’t bother with a reply and toss my phone to the end of the bed with a groan. My eyes fall shut again. I swear I could easily sleep another two hours. I’m not sure what mattresses Beck buys but they are heaven on earth.
Settling deeper into the covers, I sprawl my legs out, fully prepared to ditch girls’ brunch, but when my legs aren’t immediately met with the weight of my clingy dog, I sit up.
“Dottie?”
I know she slept in here last night, but now she’s nowhere to be seen. Forcing myself out of the cozy bed, I pull on some sweats then brush my teeth and manage the tangled mess that is my hair.
Looking in the mirror, I’m tempted to pull myself more together, but that’s silly… This is my new reality—living with Beck—he might as well get used to the no makeup, messy bun, no bra look.
With the first step out of my room, I smell the sweet cinnamon scent and there’s a twist in my stomach. At the stairs, I hear what sounds like an audiobook. Dear god, help me.
I walk into the kitchen just in time to see Beck wearing sweats and spreading the frosting over cinnamon rolls. Dottie sits patiently at his feet, completely oblivious to the fact that I’m here…but Beck notices.
He looks at me with a bright smile and those damn glasses on his face. He taps on his phone pausing whatever book he was listening to. “Good morning.”
“Morning,” I mutter, walking over to the barstools on the other side of his island. “You stole my dog.”
Beck chuckles. “Is it stealing if she came willingly?”
That’s not at all surprising. “Thank you for taking her out this morning and letting me sleep.”
Beck looks at me then shakes his head. “I guess I’m just roommate of the year.” He pulls a cinnamon roll from the rest and plops it on a plate. “You hungry?”
My eyes find the clock on the stove. It’s almost ten already and with the looks of this pastry in front of me and the man handing it to me…
Yeah, I’m not going to brunch.
I take the plate from him and do my best to contain my smile. “Thanks.”
