“Morning.”

“Morning Kevin.”

He leaned down to her and pressed his lips to hers. “I love waking up next to you,” he said, pulling away.

“Yeah, Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

They stayed in bed all morning just talking until Fatima called at 11:00.

“Hey Kira. I’m looking for Kevin. Have you seen him?”

“Yeah he’s right here.”

“At your house?”

“Yeah.”

“How long has he been there?”

“None of your business.”

“You go girl! Now let me talk to him.”

Kira handed him the phone.

“Yeah…uh-huh…no…damn it…all right, I’ll see you then…Bye.”

“What was that all about?”

“Well, we had practice at 7:00 tonight, but Fatima has to fly out somewhere and she’s moved it up to 2:30.”

“Oh.”

“So now I’ve got to get out of bed, get dressed, go home, take a shower, get dressed again, and then be there by 1:00.”

“Why don’t you shower here? You can wear one of my brother’s shirts and I’m sure that you’ll fit into some of his wind pants.”

“Okay, join me in the shower?”

“Then we’ll never get out. You go on. I’ll make some breakfast.”

When he got out, Kira had bacon, eggs, toast, and orange juice on the table.

“Isn’t it a little late for breakfast?”

“Yeah, but I wanted it. Got a problem with it?”

“No, it’s a great idea. I wanted breakfast too, but it is a little late for it.”

“Do you want to wear this food?” she asked playfully.

“No.”

“Then shut up and eat.”

“Yes ma’am. Do you want to come to our practice today?”

“Sure. I’ve always wondered if you suck or not.”

“Hey!”

“Well, I did…”

They finished up their food and Kevin washed the dishes as Kira went upstairs to get ready.

They arrived about 20 minutes early, which was a rarity for them, and shocked the hell out of Fatima. “Maybe you two should move in together so you’ll be on time to work,” she joked.

“You know Kevin, that’s not such a bad idea.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Well you have to let me think about that-okay.”

“That’s awesome,” Fatima said, “Now let’s get to work.”

Kira watched the Boys practice intently and memorized every routine. She saw some areas that could use some work, but overall, she was extremely impressed with their performance.

At 5:45, Fatima called it a day and they went home.

“Were you serious about me moving in with you?”

“Absolutely. I told you I liked waking up in your arms and I meant it when I said that we should do it more often.”

He smiled, “So I guess that means I’m not getting my own room.”

“Hell no.”

They pulled into the driveway of her house and she looked at him, “You know what? Suddenly I’m very sleepy. Let’s go to bed.”

“Race you.”

“On three. One…two…THREE!”

They raced to the bedroom. Kevin won.

“So, what do I get?”

“This,” she said, covering his mouth with hers.

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