Life is great.
It's been 3 days and Lauren and I are moving really slowly but progressively. She's let me sleep beside her again, though I keep my distance so I don't overstep any boundaries. We're talking again, and she doesn't hesitate when she calls me anymore. She's finally eating what I make for breakfast.
But hey, the universe never fails to remind me how much it hates me.
"Lauren, breakfast!" I shout as I prepare two plates of Spanish omelettes in the kitchen.
Fresh from the shower, Lauren, clad in a long shirt and basketball shorts, steps out of our room with a towel wrapped around her head. "Hi," she greets with a shy smile.
"Hi," I breathe out as I take in how beautiful she looks. I'll never get used to this view.
"What're you looking at, hmm?" she asks while she sits
