He falls first, boss x assistant, roommates.
Cassandra has been working for Ryder Lockhart for years now as his assistant.
It was inevitable that long hours together didn't turn their strictly professional relationship into a trusting friendship.
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I haven't stopped grinning. I don't think I'm able to stop at this point.
Smiling is my natural state. And looking like a borderline psycho. But I don't give a damn about it.
Life's fucking incredible. The girl I've been pinning for the past 4 years loves me. She's mine. It's surreal to believe that a few months ago she was out of my reach, dating an asshole. Planning on marrying said asshole. I thought I was done. My chances were shot. I would've had to find a way to move on, by some miracle.
And now, I get to wake up in the morning with my lips curled, cheeks aching. My stomach hasn't stopped fluttering. And the first thing I get to see when I open my eyes is Cassie sleeping next to me with the tenderest expression ever, my chest brims with hot air. I feel lightweight. Soaring.
Then, I tighten the arm I have wrapped around her, feeling her soft skin melting against me. Nothing is as amazing as this.
I swear, I'm in fucking heaven.
This morning is harder to get out of bed and prepare her favorite coffee. I want to stop time for a quick second, enjoy this perfect moment.
After a few minutes, I manage to drag my ass out of bed and pad across the cabin to the kitchen where I prepare us coffee. As I wait, I conclude once I buy this place, I'm buying ugly mugs. Or maybe I can take Cassie on a date where we can paint our own ugly mugs. Give them our special touches.
That'd be pretty nice. Besides, it'd be another excuse to spend time with her and make her smile.
I serve us our drinks and grab the vanilla syrup she likes, stirring a nice portion before stoving it away. As I return to our bedroom, I halt at the entrance, remembering something.
Well, fuck.
Ever since the bracelets date, I've been carrying the other three bracelets with me, wherever I go, expecting the moment until I get to give them to her. Sort of like manifesting the moment.
Now I get a chance to give her one of them.
If possible, my lips stretch wider. I place the mugs on my nightstand and rush to my bag without making much sound. The last thing I need is Cassie waking up and finding me squatted and ransacking my bag.
I find the three beaded bracelets in one of the secret pockets. With trembling hands, I take them out and untangle them. Then, I pick the one I'm giving her. The I-love-you one.
With a sigh, I hide the other two and turn back to bed. My movements are gentle as I crawl in. Cassie's hand is lying on the pillow and I stare at it for a long second before snuggling the bracelet around her wrist.
The colorful accessory is a complete contrast to the white pillow and the somber decoration of the cabin.
She doesn't steer. So, I scoot closer to her pliant body, wrapping my arms around her and pushing her to my chest before peppering kisses on her shoulder and neck.
