Rifling through his drawers, I find a T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, and I can’t even explain the little jolt of victory that flows through my chest when they slip on with ease. I’ll probably never tell anyone this because it seems so small and unimportant, but for the first time in my life, I feel the way all the other girls did when I was growing up, and they got to wear their boyfriends’ hoodies or jerseys to games.
I find Zanders standing shirtless over the stove, his gold chain and tattoos doing all sorts of things to me at this morning hour.
“Now, don’t get too excited about breakfast. I have no idea what I’m doing, nor have I ever cooked for someone before.”
I bury my head into his back, wrapping my arms around his waist. “I’ll be happy with anything.”
He gives me a
