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Kallie sighs, curling closer, the beat of her heart against my chest matching mine perfectly. “I’d love that.”

I tighten my arms around her, kissing the top of her head. The thought rushes through my mind, unbidden but certain.

That’s good, because I’m pretty sure I love you.

Chapter 11

Domestic Bliss

KALLIE

Evren: Hey, Doll. How about we grill tonight? I’m thinking chicken and veggies with a salad

Ismile down at the message, the familiar feeling of happiness fluttering around my chest.

Me: Hey, Honey. That sounds great. Can I pick anything up? My place or yours?

Evren: Do you have a grill?

Evren: I don’t recall seeing one on the patio when we were out there the other night…

Evren: Although I was too busy making sure the neighbors knew who you belonged to to notice anything else

I can feel my cheeks heating as flashes of last weekend rush through my mind.

Me: Um, I seem to recall someone bellowing “KALLLLLLLLIEEEE” in the air and loud enough for Mrs. Ramos two houses down to yell at us from her second-floor window

Me: (Laughing emoji)

Me: And no, I don’t have a grill. Well, not an outdoor one. I think I have a grill pan

Evren: Fair’s fair, Doll. The neighbors needed to know who I belong to, too

His words steal my breath. I’m his, and he’s mine. This is what love feels like. Before I can think too much on that thought, another text pings.

Evren: My place it is. 6:30? I’ll take care of the food. You just bring your beautiful self…and maybe a bottle of wine (wink emoji)

The flutter in my chest grows as does the smile on my face. It’s been a constant since Evren and I started dating a few weeks ago. The more time I spend with him, the deeper my feelings for him grow. We spend nearly every night together. I can’t remember ever being this happy.

Me: Sounds good. See you at 6:30

“What’s got you looking like a walking heart eye emoji?” My employee, Grey, asks. I can feel the smile on my face grow to goofy proportions.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” I try and fail to say nonchalantly while grabbing a vase. Grey chuckles, grabbing a few more vases to set on the counter.

“Uh-huh. That sexy demon texting you again?”

“Grey!” I exclaim, ducking my head.

He fills a few vases with water and brings them over to the counter, bumping my hip playfully.

“Honeychild, I’ve seen that hunk of demon delight. He’s a spicy popsicle I’d like to lick. Ain’t no shame in basking in that sinful, sexed-up glow.”

He makes a good point.

“I mean, you’re not wrong.”

“Of course I’m not, girl. Not with the way you light up when he’s around or the way he looks at you like you’re the center of the universe. And good for you. You deserve it after that ass hat.”