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Yvonne's POV

After her talk, I decided to leave work early, so I would have time to go home and change as well as pack an overnight bag. No more walk of shame for me.

When I arrived at his place, the smells coming from the kitchen were amazing. I loved that he could cook. He was exceptional at everything he did. It was a little irritating.

“What did you make this time?” I asked with excitement.

“Spaghetti and meatballs,” he said with a smile, wiping his hands on a towel before leaning forward and kissing me.

I held up my bag. “Just in case.” I winked.

He laughed. “You’ll need it. That’s a guarantee,” he said, his tone becoming serious.

I nodded. “I’ll just put this in your room.”

“I’ll be in the kitchen. Dinner will be done soon.”

I walked into his bedroom, looking around the large space that was at least twice as big as my own room. The man liked his comfort. After putting my bag near the closet, I headed to the kitchen to find him standing