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even. His eyes are staring into mine with such intensity, I have no choice but to look away. I get a warm feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my cheeks heat to a dark shade of pink. I try to brush it off like it’s no big deal. But inside, I’m screaming through so many mixed emotions, I can’t look him in the eye. As if sensing my discomfort, his eyes soften and he apologizes.
                  “I’m sorry, again—you just caught me off guard twice, in less than a minute.”
                  “Don’t worry about it.” I offer him a small smile, attempting to reassure him that all is well, even though my body is still humming from the moment before. I take a deep breath. He looks at me for moment longer, then resumes making breakfast. I watch him move around the kitchen with such ease despite the space being completely new to him. He’s fascinating to watch, so confident and full of… love . I can’t keep my eyes off him. He’s so sexy.
                  Shit .
    After about ten minutes of clanging dishes and ogling the chef, Jake presents me with the most beautiful looking omelet I have ever seen. And the smell is mouthwatering. He pours two glasses of orange juice for us and stands across from me. I give my thanks and dig in. Hot damn, it tastes even better than it looks and smells . I can’t help but close my eyes and moan.
    Big mistake .
    When I open my eyes, I find Jake’s on me instantly. That look is back. My panties are instantly damp, and I swear he can hear my heartbeat pounding out of my chest. How can just one effing look do that to me? I shiver in response. He shakes his head once again and returns his attention to his plate. I do the same, finishing in record time. I think I need to get out of here before I do something stupid. I need fresh air. Or a nap. Or an effing cold shower.
                  “That was amazing, Jake! You’re ridiculously talented. Hands down, the best damn omelet I have ever tasted. I think I could eat that every day and never tire of it!” He blushes at my open praise. Yes, I actually made him blush again.
                  Clearing his throat, he replies, “You’re welcome. Anytime.”
                  I’m pretty sure he means that. I get up and take my empty plate and glass to the sink, accidently brushing my arm with his. A tingle runs through my body at the contact. We both freeze. Did he feel that, too? From the look in his eyes, I’m almost positive he did.
                  Yeah, I need to leave. Now . “Well, top chef, thank you for the epic breakfast. It truly was perfection. I should probably head back home, though. Time to work off said perfection.” I wink.
                  “Yeah, no problem. Thanks for everything yesterday. I really appreciate it.”
                  Feeling like this is some sort of awkward ending to a date, I start to walk to the door, but then stop suddenly, looking at all of the damn boxes. I turn back around to face Jake.
                  “Hey, do you want any help with all of this? I could come over later after yoga, bring over some lunch and maybe a bottle of wine? I know how much moving effing sucks, and to unpack alone?” I shudder.
                  “Really, you’d do that?” He pauses for a second, looking astonished that I would even offer such a thing. Then his mouth curves into a knowing smile. “I don’t know why I’m surprised, of course you would offer! You’re something else, Evangeline. That’d be great. I honestly don’t even know where to begin with this shit.”
    I finally walk to the door, Jake hot on my heels. He opens it for me, and he’s so close I can feel the warmth radiating off his body. I take a deep inhale, smelling coffee and a scent that is just him. Just Jake . It’s intoxicating . I halt any forbidden thoughts before they try to form in my mind. We exchange goodbyes