I’m still half-asleep when I hear the insistent knocking on the front door. It must the neighbour, you need the code to even get onto this floor. I pull on a pair of grey sweatpants for basic decency and pad barefoot toward the door, yawning widely as I open it.
The moment the door swings open, David and my mom barge in with bright, cheerful smiles.Shit.
I quickly close the door behind them and try to sound casual. “Uh… hi?”
I walk past them and casually position myself at the entrance to the hallway, blocking their view. Cade is still asleep in my bed,ourbed now. He’s made sure to be wrapped around me every night for the past two weeks, and I’ve never slept better.
Mom beams at me. “We were passing by and thought we’d pop in! We assumed you’d both be up and dressed by now.”
“Mom, it’s Saturday,” I say, fighting another yawn. “I like to sleep in.”
David chuckles warmly and nudges her. “I told you, love. They’re busy men. Sleep is a must.”
I force a smile. “You guys want a drink?”
Mom glances around. “Where’s Cade?”
Both of them are now looking toward the couch where Cade used to sleep when he first moved in.
“He,um… he went to the gym already,” I lie quickly. “You know how he is.”
David nods, seemingly buying it. “Right. Coffee it is, then.”
They both move toward the open-plan kitchen area, turning on the coffee machine, the aroma flowing out instantly. I let out a slow breath of relief.
Then absolutehorrorcrashes over me.
Cade’s sleepy, raspy voice drifts down the hallway. “Baby, I can smell coffee… did you make me one?”
Before I can react, Cade collides gently into my back, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and pressing a warm, lazy kiss to the side of my neck. I internally malfunction.
Mom’s eyebrows shoot up. “Went to the gym, huh?”
Cade freezes. His arms drop away from me instantly. “Uhhhh…shit.”
I turn around. He’s standing there in nothing but black boxers, hair messy, looking every bit like he just rolled out of bed.
I laugh awkwardly, heat flooding my face. “We should… get dressed.”
David raises a single brow. “Uh huh.”
Cade and I scurry into the bedroom like guilty teenagers and close the door behind us.
Cade whisper-shouts, “What are they doing here?!”
I whisper-shout back, arms waving wildly, “They were passing by!”
We’re both breathing fast, gesturing like idiots.
“I can’t believe you just walked out like that!” I hiss. “‘Baby, where’s my coffee?’All domestic and shit!”
Cade gestures between us. “Wearedomestic, babe! That’s what we’ve become!”
I groan and drag a hand down my face. “I know… I’m just… panicking. Oh my god, I wasn’t ready for this yet.”
I grab a t-shirt from the wardrobe and pull it on. Cade grins at me.
“What?” I ask.
