the recovery project [2]

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preston

he's up at six a.m., feet padding along the hardwood floors on his way to the kitchen of his apartment to start on breakfast. there is a soft knock on his door, and he walks over to answer it before realizing that there is a girl on his couch.

right.

he quickly shucks on a shirt and unlocks the door as vivian strolls in with a tray of two cups of hot chocolate in her hand. "hey, babe— who the hell is that?"

"sh," he whispers, squeezing her free hand. "some girl got pretty drunk at the bar last night, i offered to take her home."

"so you've been quiet for nearly two weeks now and then this happens?" she sets the drinks down and crosses her arms. "do you actually expect me to believe that, preston?"

"me being quiet isn't because i'm cheating on you, viv. you know that i'm honest. i've just been going through something right now," his jaw clenches and his eyes plead with her. "i promise that i'll tell you. i just need more time."

"you promise?"

"pinky promise."

their pinky fingers interlock, and vivian smiles a little. "thank you for breakfast. you are too much of a gentleman, preston rhee."

"mm, you love it," he kisses her softly.