And, of course, he slept in the nude. Gloriously. Fantastically.

“Declan! You’re flashing the whole complex.” I tore my eyes off his perfect body.

“I thought something was wrong with you,” he half shouted as he went back inside his bedroom and then came back out wearing a pair of tight black boxers. “This do, madam?”

I ran my eyes over the snug lines. Not by a long shot. I could see exactly how monstrously large he was. And hard.

His eyes went to half-mast. “You’re looking a little too hard, Elizabeth. Focus on my face, not my body.”

He sent me a searching look, and I figured it was last night hanging between us.

I just didn’t know how to handle all this feeling .

I waved him off. “Forget your cock. I got a meeting on Wednesday with a jewelry company about a design opportunity. This could be the beginning of something I never thought could come true.” It still might not.

A wide grin split his face. “Hang on, I’m coming over.”

“What? No, you don’t have to do that. I just—I don’t know—wanted to tell someone.”

“And you told me first?”

I nodded.

“Stand back,” he said, and before I’d barely gotten out of the way, he’d jumped from the top railing of his balcony to mine. He landed right in front of me, his bare chest within inches of mine, and before I could even think about how nervous he made me, he swung me up in his arms and spun me around. I squealed, the sensation of being back in his arms heady.

He dropped me unceremoniously on one of the chairs I’d put out there.

“I say this calls for a celebration,” he said, plopping down next to me in another chair. “Let’s go out for breakfast. My treat.”

An unfamiliar lightness came over me. Things were changing fast, but I didn’t dwell on it. “Okay.”

He nodded. “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t care.” And Lord help me, I didn’t care where I was with him.

Just this one day , I promised myself.

He leaned over and before I could pull back, he’d kissed me on the cheek. “Done. Get dressed and I’ll knock on your door in thirty minutes.”

While I watched with bated breath, he jumped back over to his own balcony and went inside his bedroom.

I CAME BACK inside from the balcony with a grin on my face as I scrambled around to get ready to take Elizabeth to breakfast. After a quick shower, I shoved on jeans, a Front Street Gym shirt, and flip-flops. Done. I couldn’t fucking wait to be near her again.

Last night had been incredible, but it wasn’t just about the sex. It was her .

The way she’d danced in the rain; the excitement in her eyes when she’d talked about her jewelry interview; the way she struggled through her fears. I wanted all of her.

Was it stupid that I wanted to tell her everything about me?

How much I’d loved my mum and missed her?

How I wanted to finish my gym and work on a UFC title?

How I imagined taking her in every position imaginable?

Yeah. Best to wait on that.

I knocked on her door five minutes later, and we walked to Minnie’s across the street from our complex. Our hands brushed against each other as we crossed the street, and my cock tightened. Just the simplest touch and I was ready to take her back to my place and show her exactly how I felt.

Minnie’s was a popular uni hangout and was busy, but we found a booth in the back.

We ordered and got our food and dove in, the camaraderie between us not surprising me at all. I’d sensed from the beginning that we were more alike than she realized.

We were deep in a discussion about a trip I wanted to take to London next year when all hell broke loose.

As in, my ex showed up.

Nadia walked up to our table with Ninja Turtle following dutifully behind her, shooting me cautious looks over her shoulder. I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulders. Nadia’s gaze went from me to her and back to me, lingering longer than necessary.

My lips compressed. Could I not get away from her? “What do you want?”

Elizabeth looked up from tucking in a good-sized chew of French toast, saw them, and coughed, then grabbed her glass of water to wash it down.

“Who’s pissy today?” Nadia huffed in a delicate way that didn’t detract from her pretty face. “Lose a fight last night?”

Elizabeth stiffened and bounced her eyes from Nadia to Donatello and then back to me. I set down my fork. Dammit .

“Good morning,” Elizabeth said, obviously trying to cover up the dead air as her eyes encompassed them both. “You guys coming or going for breakfast?”