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"What's this?" I stared at the piece of paper Zac handed to me. Actually, he hadn't handed it to me. He'd deposited a tray on my lap with a plate on it and three pure white gardenia flowers floating in a small bowl filled with water. The note was sitting on the plate. He'd delivered the tray after knocking on the bedroom door at nine. I was already awake, my laptop open as I sat up in bed. I got distracted from my work by his bare chest and the bulge in his shorts. He wore only shorts. Tight ones.
"It's our anniversary so I made you breakfast."
"I'm pretty sure the definition of an anniversary is something that happens annually, not weekly."
"That would be why I couldn't find any reference to one week anniversaries. Did you know the traditional gift for one year is paper, but a more
