Finding His Unicorn

I stop when I enter the kitchen and watch as he flips a piece of French toast.

“You know you’re making my favorite breakfast, right?” I ask as I lean my shoulder into the doorway. He glances over his shoulder at me, and holy hell, he’s so damn hot. Seeing him standing in front of a stove making me breakfast in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs is almost too damn hot. I can’t help myself as my eyes drift down to take in his thick thighs and every inch of his muscled body. Everything about him is big, and feeling his weight on me last night was heaven.

“Got your favorite coffee too.” He smiles at me, flashing those dimples, and he knows I was checking him out.

I should probably blush, but something has shifted and I think I have the right to openly check him out if I want. I also know he doesn’t care because he keeps on smiling. He somehow always puts me at ease with his steamy looks and the way he touches me. He raises his chin over toward the counter and I see a cup of coffee sitting there. Next to it is my favorite creamer.

“You been stalking me?” I tease. I know we’ve talked a lot through text and during our dates, but I don’t remember telling him how I like my coffee or my favorite breakfast. Yet somehow he knows these things.

“I had a little help from Rie.” My coffee pauses halfway to my mouth. Crap, I forgot to tell her I wasn’t coming home. “Your phone was blowing up so I answered,” he says with a shrug as he pulls the French toast off the stove. “She gave me a short rundown of things.” Oh God. I’m not sure how that might have gone.

“I’m guessing you didn’t have this creamer lying around?” That means he must have gone to the store after she told him what to get.

“I went and grabbed some stuff. Rie helped me with that too.” He points toward the table and I see my small overnight bag. “We won’t have to swing by your place before work, so I can enjoy my breakfast with you and not rush.” He walks over and gives me a good morning kiss.

“Sit.” He squeezes my ass then pushes me over toward the table.

I do as I’m told and enjoy every second of my breakfast with him. In fact, I enjoy every second of getting ready for my day with him. Everything done with Blaze is sweeter and happier than I could have dreamed. The day feels brighter already, and again that feeling of being adrift in life falls away. Every second I spend with him I feel more grounded and confident.

The only crap part of my morning is when we pull up to my office building. “I hate that look on your face, beautiful,” Blaze says when he helps me down from his truck.

“I gave my notice. I probably shouldn’t have done it without getting another job lined up but…” I shrug. “I can’t be in that office anymore. Two weeks is going to be hard enough.”

Yesterday I heard the girls make comments about Blaze and me making out in his truck. I’ll never understand them. They talk about a different man every week but I make out with one and I get called all kinds of crappy names. Pretty sure they did it loud enough to make sure I heard them. But none of what they said makes me wish I hadn’t done it. Blaze’s kisses are worth every nasty thing they have to say. I know they’re only doing this to try and get a reaction from me. It bothers them more now that I’m not responding to them, and it’s crazy to watch them get so worked up about something that has nothing to do with them.

“When I pick you up I want you to come to the station with me.” I look up at him. “I want you to talk to April about a job in dispatch.”

“That’s really sweet but—”

“Just come with me.” He squeezes my hand. “I won’t pull any strings. If you want the job I’m confident you’ll get it on your own with no help from me.”

He’s talked to me about that job before and what they do. I kept asking him questions and it sounded so appealing but I didn’t ever think about doing it myself.

“I bet you never even thought about this kind of job before, but I wanted to show you other options are out there. I’m not handing you the job, you’ll get it on your own.” He sounds so confident.

“Okay,” I give in. I’m not sure if there’s anything I’d deny him, and as he gives me one last kiss I know that’s true.