I let him. “Wow, they did say the romance eventually dies. I didn't think it would just take six months for coffee to become more desirable than me.”
“Oh, just giving you some space from my stinky breath,” he snarks.
“I was kidding,” I whine.
“Well, now you don’t get morning sex. Fair and swift justice.” He takes a sip of his coffee.
I pout.
He looks at me again, seeing my T-shirt and jeans. “Where did you go?”
“Nick wanted to talk about something. That's irrelevant. I brought you a croissant, though.”
He beams.
I lean up and kiss his lips again, unable to stop myself. He smilesagainst my lips. It makes the kiss messy, but my heart soars.
“So, I checked my phone half an hour ago,” he says, casually taking a bite of the croissant.
“You did?” Warning bells go off in my head.
“I got an email from Meena—”
“I can explain. I didn't think she’d send it so quickly,” I admit. Why the fuck is this making me so nervous!
Oliver rolls his eyes. “Matt, Camila told me serious human partners get this email pretty much right away.”
That! That's why I was feeling like a cornered prey right now. “I wanted to give you time,” I say, defiant.
Oliver tilts his head, smiling. “You still don't get it, do you?”
“What?” I sit down, folding my legs to face him.
“I didn't need time to know this is it,” he says, so sure that my heart picks up.
“But I wanted you to be sure.”
“I was sure the day I kissed you, and you decided to kiss me back.”
Okay, it’s so unfair to date writers. My face heats up anyway. I swallow. “You have a list of people you can tell the secret to. They will obviously get a talk from the Bureau. And if there’s someone you want to tell who's not listed, I’ll fight—”
“Matt, I don't want to tell anyone because I’m not alone in this. I have you, and that's all that matters. If this secret keeps you safe, it’s not even a question that I won’t tell a single soul. You matter the most.”
I feel my eyes sting.
“That simple, huh?”
Oliver sets his mug down and straddles my legs. He kisses me, and I push my tongue inside his mouth, needing to tastehim, morning breath and all. His taste, his presence, and his warm comfort, that’s all I’ll ever need.
I pull back. “Would you really read a two-hundred-and-seventy-seven-page document for me?” I ask with mock seriousness.
“Baby,” Oliver looks into my eyes with deep adoration, “for you, I'll even do three hundred.”
I bite his neck, and he yelps out a laugh, falling back on the bed.
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When Matt shifts in front of Oliver the first time, things get unexpectedly emotional ...and sexy. Read the Bonus Epilogue.
