One corner of his mouth tips up in a lopsided grin. “Then I couldn’t leave without locking your door, since I don’t want you to get murdered or anything, but then I couldn’t get back in and suffice it to say, it wasn’t well thought out.” He holds up a package of instant coffee. “I brought back caffeine.” His sheepish smile is the cutest thing I’ve seen on a Tuesday, ever.

I don’t know if I should laugh or cry or some combination of the two. I’m still standing in the open doorway.

I shut the door and take a few steps into the kitchen. I have to make sure. “What day is this?”

He puts bagels on the counter and cream cheese, then pulls more items out of the bags, fruit, milk, yogurt, loading up my fridge and freezer. Did he do all my shopping for me?

“I think it’s the eighth.” He stops and looks at me. His smile falters. I can’t even imagine what my face looks like right now. White with shock? Stunned and blank? Stupefied and absurd?

“Why?” A crease forms between his brows. “Are you okay?”

No. No, I’m not okay. I mean, I am okay. I’m better than okay. Is there a word to describe what it feels like to be exactly where you want to be, the world suddenly open before you with an actual future?

“It’s Tuesday.” I step closer to him.

He nods slowly. “Yes.”

I slide my hands up to his neck, to the back of his head. He leans down.

And then we’re kissing. Our first kiss.

Well, his first kiss with me, my first kiss with him on a Tuesday.

I get lost in him, in us.

He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine. “Do you not like bagels? We could go out somewhere for breakfast.”

“You bought me a week’s worth of food.”

He shrugs. “You literally had nothing but condiments. How do you live?”

I’m not concerned about food right now. “It’s Tuesday.”

“Yes. I think we’ve covered that. I might be wrong. Your lips have scrambled my brain a little.” He smiles and kisses me again.

This time I pull back. “Wait, how did we get here?”

“Well, first you kissed me. Then I kissed you, and now—”

I giggle. “No, I mean last night. I don’t remember leaving Dolly’s.”

“Oh, you both fell asleep on her couch. It was very cute, and the first time I’ve ever thought having a woman I like fall asleep next to someone else is precious, but then you woke up, pretty groggy and out of it, and we came back here.”

I frown, trying to recall the prior evening. “I don’t remember any of that.”