Lavender eyes.
Fuck.
I throw an arm over my face.
The universe is clearly trying to kill me.
One way or another.
Grabbing my glasses, I pull on the sweatpants I’d abandoned on the floor and head for the door.
The smell of bacon and coffee hits me immediately.
My stomach growls.
The rest of me remembers Kallie is in the kitchen.
Fantastic.
Kallie’s standing at the stove.
Yoga pants.
Tank top.
Curly hair piled on top of her head.
I immediately look at the coffee pot.
The coffee pot is safe. It’s never derailed my train of thought just by existing, never looked at me with lavender eyes, never?—
Kallie glances over her shoulder and smiles.
Right. Fuck the coffee pot.
“Did you go to the grocery store?” I ask.
Mostly because I need to say something before my brain melts.
Her smile softens.
“I had groceries delivered after you went to bed.”
My gaze catches on the dark circles beneath her eyes.
The way she’s trying a little too hard to sound normal.
The way she’s making breakfast after one of the worst nights of our lives.
But then it turned into one of the best mornings in my life when she let her walls down, just for a bit, just long enough for me to explore parts of her I never thought she’d let me.
Something in my chest tightens.
Yesterday, she watched a guy nearly crush my throat.
And somehow she's the one taking care of me.
As usual.
