My head swirled with freshly minted endorphins and my legs were still a little weak. I watched happily as Nicole cooked breakfast. The kitchen looked the same with the sun beaming through the skylights and the smell of coffee and bacon. Everything looked the same and yet everything was different. My world had shifted a hundred and eighty degrees in the span of twenty-four hours.
All of my awkwardness, silliness, and secret fantasies over the last several weeks had magically transformed. All of the worry and doubt, all of the weeks Nicole and I flirted, teased, worked, and even argued, and then something wonderful happened—we clicked. I couldn’t imagine my life without her now. Pretty amazing.
“Come and sit down,” she said, serving the plates.
“Can we talk a little bit?”
“Of course, ché
