Danielle
THE SATURDAY MORNING of girls’ night out, I was awoken by the shrill, annoying ring of my burner phone. It was just over a week since I’d figured out I was in trouble and, although I hadn’t seen Austin as often as I would have liked, it was enough to confirm my doom. I was falling hard and fast for the man.
“Hello?” I answered, sleepily.
“Did I wake you?” Austin asked.
I smiled. “Yeah, you did.”
“You sound sexy as hell in the morning.”
“Charmer,” I retorted. “What time is it?”
“Ten.”
“Honey,” I said with a groan. “It’s too early.”
“So, if I’m at your door with breakfast, you’d tell me to piss off?”
I yawned, snuggling further into my mattress. “You’re not really at my door with breakfast, are you?”
“I’m really at your door with breakfast.”
I sat up, my hair falling around my face. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, babe, I’m here.”
“Crap, honey, I’m a mess. I have bed head and haven’t brushed my teeth.”
He laughed. “I don’t care. Come let me in.”
“I will unlock the door, but you have to give me time to get back to my room so I can at least clean up.”
“Jesus, Dani, I don’t care what you look like.”
“But I do. Promise me,” I pressed.
“I will give you ten seconds.”
I groaned.
“Baby, I got hot coffee and fresh bagels. How long you gonna make me wait?”
I threw the covers off and slid from the mattress. “Poppy seed?”
“You like poppy seed?”
“I love poppy seed.”
