Pushing open the front door, I lead her through the white and black marble foyer where the grand staircase leads to upstairs, and through to the kitchen. My mom designed this home and it was built before I was born, but along the way, they managed to keep things updated. It was the first thing she got to do as her hobby when she and Papa got together.

I pull out a barstool and place her down before flicking on the heating throughout the house.

“Okay,” I say, coming back in. “What do you feel like? We can order Uber Eats, or I can cook you something, but I have to admit, I’m not good at it.”

Poppy leans her face on the palm of her hand, staring at me from weak eyelids. At this rate, she won’t even last long enough to wait for either.

“Uber it is.” I pull my phone out and open up the app, clicking through the orders. I choose Shake Shack because, honestly, is there anywhere better, before placing my phone back onto the counter.

“You made it…” his voice drifts through the archway that leads to the dining room, and my shoulders stand back a little as I look up at him. He’s wearing loose gray sweats and nothing else. I force myself to not gawk at his body before nodding.

“Yep. I just ordered takeout.” I push off the counter and make my way to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. When I close it, I realize how close I am to him.

He steps closer, the distance between us painfully tight. Closing my eyes, I slowly blow out my breath between my lips while raising the bottle to my mouth. When my eyes open again, he’s standing in front of me.

“You wanna know anything about us, you ask me—not her.” I turn my head to the side to check on Poppy when I see her lying on her arm, her mouth slightly open and her eyes shut. She fell asleep. I’m not surprised.

Warm fingers are around my chin, forcing my face back to his. “You hear me?”

My veins fill with lava when our eyes connect once again. “Can you tell me?” It comes out as a whisper, but he’s so close I know that I don’t have to repeat myself.

“Mmm,” he lets out a little grunt that has a direct line to every single thing that feels good inside of me. “Yeah, I just might.”

His lips look soft, like a perfect bow that dips at the top before slightly swelling out. The sharp edges of his jaw tease me and I have to force my hands down to not run my finger over them. “Why do I feel like I’ve known you both all of my life?”