Getting Lucky
Just like a kitten.
“Are my eyes deceiving me, or is Kaden Marx bringing me breakfast in bed?” She smiled, sitting up with surprise in her eyes.
“Your eyesight is just fine.” I handed over her breakfast, cutlery, and a glass of water. Then I settled in beside her with my own. “If I’d planned this better, there would have been juice. But someone showed up and surprised me last night.”
“Water is perfect,” she told me, leaning over to give me a quick peck on the cheek. For a guy who didn’t previously believe in the concept of domestic bliss, I was loving this. “What did I do to deserve this?”