Yvonne's POV
After her talk, I decided to leave work early, so I would have time to go home and change as well as pack an overnight bag. No more walk of shame for me.
When I arrived at his place, the smells coming from the kitchen were amazing. I loved that he could cook. He was exceptional at everything he did. It was a little irritating.
“What did you make this time?” I asked with excitement.
“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he said with a smile, wiping his hands on a towel before leaning forward and kissing me.
I held up my bag. “Just in case.” I winked.
He laughed. “You’ll need it. That’s a guarantee,” he said, his tone becoming serious.
I nodded. “I’ll just put this in your room.”
“I’ll be in the kitchen. Dinner will be done soon.”
I walked into his bedroom, looking around the larg
