Page 216 of Fighting Chance

GRAYSON

for me, her boyfriend, not you, youugly toad

SEXY BOYFRIEND

first of all, you and I both know I’m not ugly you jealous twat

and second, you can learn to share

GRAYSON

I’m not jealous

Bella thinks I’m sexy and that’s all that matters

BELLA

I made brownies

SEXY BOYFRIEND

FUCK YES

we’ll be there

GRAYSON

put some aside so he doesn’t eat them all

SEXY BOYFRIEND

you know I’ll sniff them out

LAYLA

Like the dog you are

BELLA

HAHAHAHAHA

Rolling my eyes at the apparent name change Kieran no doubt did while I was asleep, I can’t help but chuckle. We haven’t even had a conversation about what we are or labels and he’s gone ahead and decided that. We honestly should talk about it, but it seems we went about things backwards.

I don’t mind it, knowing that he wants labels. He said he loves me, and my god did that make my heart soar, but there is a part of me that wants to feel reassured that he truly wants to commit to me.

I need to hear it.

Although Kieran has certainly been showing how much hecares for me through actions. I’m almost glad he wasn’t here this morning to watch me get teary-eyed over his kindness.

Kieran amazes me, every single time.

When I saw the book I had been eyeing sitting beside me, along with his thoughtful note and delicious waffles under the stainless-steel food cover, my heart melted into a puddle.

And, surprisingly, ached with guilt, because how in the world had I ever thought that Kieran only ever saw me as a challenge?

Sending a photo of what he did to the girls, minus the note because they’re nosy enough to zoom in, they squeal right alongside me over how sweet he is. Then I proceed to spend hours reading.

I’m more than halfway through the book he bought me, curled up on his living room sofa, when the front door opens and he comes strutting through. The moment he lays eyes on me, his lips tip up into a grin.