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9. BREAKFAST WITH MY STALKER

The tray was picked up. Elio bent over my body. My head was by his armpit and I had never wanted to dig my face in an armpit so much. His t-shirt had the thread count of a t-shirt an angel would wear, so thick and definitely expensive. His scent just attacked me so rudely and left me defenseless.

He sat the tray before me and took the plate of eggs with a fork. I hated eggs with a passion, smiling as he took them away before I threw up. The plate of croissants was picked up by myself, taking one and munching on it. Of course, he had not made them but they were delicious, and maybe it was because he had touched them. I nearly laughed hard at my thoughts. Imagine choking hard and knocking the tray with the food and coffee spilling. I swallowed fast, hiding the grin by taking another bite.

I picked up bacon. You could never go wrong with meat when it came to me. The bacon was warm, sure he had made it. It was just in the middle of crunchy and soft like I liked it. God, he knew me too w
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