“Perfect.” She smiles at me and fills two cups of coffee. Going to the fridge, she then looks at me. “You really did buy all the milk.”

“I didn’t know which one you drank, so it was a safe bet to get them all,” I say and sit next to Dylan, grabbing the box of cereal and popping some into my mouth.

“We have all the milk that they have in the store.” He shrugs. “It’s like we are the store.”

“We have thirty minutes before we have to leave,” she says, and I nod at her. “Dylan, you need to shower,” she groans. “And so do I.”

“Use my bathroom,” I say, and she just looks at me. “Pick your battles, sweetheart.”

She takes her cup of coffee, stopping at Dylan’s stool first and kissing him and then coming to mine. “I have a feeling every battle I pick I’ll lose.”

“You’re learning,” I say and lean forward to kiss her lips, tasting the sweetness of her hazelnut creamer.

“Thirty minutes, people.” She walks away from us, and I give Dylan a couple more minutes until I push him to go take a shower.

“Put your stuff from yesterday on, and you’ll change in the car when we stop at the store,” I say, taking the last sip of my coffee. When he goes to the bathroom to take a shower, I walk into my room. The bed is already made, and the shower has just turned off. She walks out of the bathroom dressed in last night’s clothes with a towel around her head and the coffee cup in her hand.

“I’m going to take a shower.” I kiss her, and she smiles at me. I don’t know how long I take in the shower, but when I come out, my bedroom door is closed, and I don’t hear any noise. I walk to my walk-in closet and put on a pair of boxers, grabbing a pair of blue pants, my brown belt, and a white button-down. I tuck in my shirt and slip on my brown dress shoes. I walk out of the room and roll up my sleeve, finding Caroline in the kitchen wearing her green dress. Her hair is dry now, and the ends are curled.

“Hey,” I say, and she looks over, but her mouth opens.

“Is this okay?” I ask, looking down at my outfit. “I can always change.”

“You …” she starts to say and then closes her mouth again. “You.” She points. “You’re hot.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “Thank you,” I say, folding the other sleeve. “I think.”

“Like wow,” she says, and I shake my head.