Waking up in Pablo Gavi's bed has pretty much began to be a routine. I can also rephrase that sentence. Waking up in the man who I've spent most my life hating's bed has pretty much began to be a routine.
I can also say that that particular man has grown on me the last few weeks. And I hate it. Because once I've got that whole I don't hate him mindset I'm gonna start having that why am I not sleeping with him mindset.
Apart from that, I literally melted down in front of him and told him something I have never said out loud to someone other than Olive.
I even complained about not having a dog. What kind of human being complains about that? I could just go to a pet shop and get one. But, for some reasons, I can't bring myself to do it.
I sit up on his bed and see that the couch in front of me has a blanket and what looks like the most uncomfortable looking pillow on it which meant he slept there. The couch is pretty small and doesn't seem that comfy which makes me feel even more bad because he probably slept awful while I hovered his bed.
I glance at the bedside table only to see a coffee and a note he left me. He's really committed to this bring information me coffee every morning thing.
I suddenly find myself asking how I could ever hate this guy when he's shown nothing but pure kindness these last days.
I grab the coffee and take a sip — luckily it's still warm but not too much that it burns my tongue — before taking the note and reading it.
I'll be back soon, please don't go anywhere. (p.s. there's a donut waiting for you on the desk.)
He also drew a little heart in the bottom right corner. I might just melt right here. Never has someone written me a note that made me smile like an idiot unconsciously.
I fold the note in half and grab my phone that's also placed on the bedside table. I detach my phone cover and place the note in there before putting the cover back. No way am I throwing this note away. Ever.
I get out of the bed, that stupid smile of mine still attached to my face. I spot the donut box on the desk and sit with my coffee and phone in hand.
I open the box inly to find four donuts and other words written on the inside of the box.
Choose whichever one you want, or all of them, they're all yours.
There's like a mini drawing of a smiley thats winking. I am dying inside. This man is pure love. And my smile? It's not going anytime soon.
I grab my phone and take a picture that I send to Olive.
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