It was finally the weekend, and I was still floating on a cloud from the night before.
Jasper and I had spent the entire morning in bed — lazy kisses, slow touches, and more of that mind-blowing connection we’d started exploring. I was sore in the best way possible, wearing one of his oversized shirts and nothing else, making breakfast in the kitchen while he showered.
The doorbell rang.
I froze mid-flip of a pancake. Who could that be?
I opened the door and immediately regretted not checking the peephole first.
Anita stood there, holding a box of donuts and wearing a suspicious grin.
“Surprise visit!” she announced, pushing past me into the apartment. “I brought breakfast and gossip. Also, I wanted to see how my favorite cousin and my best friend are getting along in their new livin
