Hibeautiful
Kade Romano:
Can I see you tonight?
Kade Romano:
I’m sorry I’ve been MIA. Had some work stuff I needed to deal with.
Kade Romano:
Princess, please answer me.
Kade Romano:
Evelyn, it’s been two hours since my last text. Are you okay?
Kade Romano:
Ok… now I’m really worried.
Kade Romano:
If I don’t hear from you in the next half hour I’m coming over.
Kade Romano:
I’m coming over and I have stuff to make dinner. Can I get something back to know you are okay??????
Kade Romano:
Well I’m here. I will break down the door if needed
I slapped my hand on my face and wiped it down.Fuck. I was really out of it to miss that much from him. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to a very worried-looking Kade.
He was delicious in dark jeans, loafers, and a gray quarter-zip sweater. He dropped the bags he had in his hands and scooped me up into his arms. His relief was palpable as he buried his head in my neck. “I was so worried. Are youokay?” His voice was muffled. His embrace was everything I needed. Immediately the tension and anxiety seemed to drain from my body as soon as I was in his arms.
“I am now,” I whispered.
He drew back and glanced me over, searching for injuries or a clue on what was going on.
I waved him in. “Come in, I promise I will be fine. Just family stuff. But I don’t want to talk about it.”
He nodded his head in understanding before grabbing the grocery bags and walking into the apartment. After leaving his shoes near the door he gazed around my apartment. I moved from one foot to another while chewing on my thumbnail.
“Welcome to my home,” I said awkwardly. My apartment was definitely not as nice as the luxury he was used to.
Kade dropped the bags on the island and gave me a smile. “I like it, it’s cute. Just like you.”
I rolled my eyes. “Ya, ya,” I teased. I took a step and paused to glance down at myself and was mortified. I was in a stained t-shirt, yoga shorts, no makeup, and my hair was up in some sort of a clusterfuck of a bun.
“Don’t you dare change.” He pointed his finger at me as if reading my mind.
I gave him a stunned expression. “How… I … what?”
He smirked at my fluster and curled his index finger in acome heremotion.
I obeyed and walked over to him where he picked me up and sat me on the island. Squealing as the cold stone of the countertop hit my exposed thighs I looked down at the bags. “What are we making?”
