I heard a heavy knock on the door then, frowning as I knew I wouldn't have time to drink my coffee now. Davis was more than likely on the other side of that door—early, I might add. I peered through the peephole, seeing his hair in a high bun rather than its usual braid. It was crazy how different someone could look by just changing the way they style their hair. I opened the door, meeting those blue eyes again.
"Good morning," he greeted me with a sweet smile.
"Is it though?" I asked, seeing his brows furrowed in confusion. "A good morning, I mean. Is it a good morning?"
"I think it is, and if it's not, we still have time to change that." He stepped inside the apartment as he spoke.
My heart raced as his body neared my own. I felt my muscles stiffen with anticipation, but nothing happened. He just walked past me into the apartment without a second glance. I suddenly felt freezing inside and out.
"I brought you a smoothie," he said, holding out the cup I hadn't noticed in his hand. He had one for himself, too.
"Oh, thank you."
I wasn't expecting him to have gotten me anything. It was a sweet surprise. I took the cup with a childlike grin, taking the first sip of the fruity goodness. Hints of mango, orange, pineapple and mixed berries hit my tongue with an explosion.
"I love sunrise smoothies." I said excitedly.
"I do too," he admitted, holding my gaze while he sucked on the straw. "Ready for our run?"
"Not really, but I don't think my answer will ever be yes, so let's just go."
He smirked, finding my response amusing, before nodding his head. He led the way outside, and we jogged at a steady pace around the city. Davis led me through the not so crowded streets at this time of day. Of course, the streets of New York were never empty, but right now they weren’t as populated, either. It was oddly tranquil, and even though it felt like my lungs would burst at any moment, I was enjoying myself.
By the time we made it back to my apartment, I felt like I would die. My legs felt like jello beneath me, barely able to walk right. I wanted to just crash on my bed and not get back up for a few days. Davis followed behind me into my apartment, going straight into my kitchen and handed me a glass of water as if this was his place. I didn't mind though, as I was dying of thirst. We both chugged our waters as we stared at one another.
We were a sweaty mess. I would say sweat has never looked sexier than it had against his lightly tanned skin. Davis was a god damn sexy motherfucker, and I think he knew it. If he didn’t, then it was by some miracle.
"What next Mr. Miagi?" I asked condescendingly, causing him to laugh. I liked his deep laugh. It made me smile every time.
"Now you get some rest until your workout session later in the day. Don't think you can skip it either. I'll come find you." He arched his brow, as if challenging me to miss it.
"Don't worry, I’ll be there."
He nodded his head once before lifting his cup. "Thanks for the water."
"No problem."
"I found this place randomly one day, and it's become my favorite," Chris explained as he walked me through a beautiful garden into a bed-and-breakfast.
Apparently, this place had the best cook in town, at least, according to him. When we stepped onto the property, I could smell the delicious scents of various foods cooking. It was like nothing I'd smelled before. It was better than the restaurant where we had dinner the day before last.
"It smells wonderful," I said as we entered the cozy B&B.
"Chris!" a larger—older—woman greeted him. She looked to be in her late sixties with a round face and a kind smile. She hugged him tightly before kissing both his cheeks. "It's so nice to see you again. Are you here for lunch?"
"Yes, Gran. I wanted to introduce someone special to this place," he said, looking my way. The woman's attention turned to me in an instant.
"Bella bambina," she said in what I was pretty sure was Italian. She placed both her hands over my cheeks, squeezing them as if I was a small child she found adorable.
"Um, hello," I greeted her back, feeling so out of place, and culturally shocked.
"Please come. Eat. Eat." She pushed me towards a table on the left, excitedly. "I'll bring you the bread." She hurried away, leaving me baffled as I took my seat.
"Sorry about her. She gets excited when she meets someone new."
"Is she your grandma?" I asked, remembering he called her gran.
"No, not at all. She asked me to call her Gran after I started appearing here so often. I think she adopted me without consent, but I don't mind." He chuckled, looking devilishly handsome as his lips stretched into a smile.
