It All Started With a Diary

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My heart squeezed at his words. They were winning a battle against my mothers. "Thank you." My smile built as I tried to lighten the mood. "I promise I won't break the phone." It must have worked because, Kade's chest soon bounced with a chuckle.

We finished up our food, but continued to talk between bites. Up went his brows everytime we caught the others staring. It was a nice sight for me.

"We should get going to pickup your phone," Kade suggested, pulling out his wallet.

I stood from my seat, nodding. "Let's go." He threw out enough bills for our food, and the tip.

We made it right on time to the store. As soon as we pulled into a parking spot, I felt my stomach churn with both excitement, and anticipation. As soon as the employee came toward us, he handed Kade the bag, which he placed into my lap right away.

I couldn't keep my eyes from the bag until my curiosity got the best of me. I tried my hardest to not bounce out of the seat with my excitement.

My eyes jumped up to him in surprise. "Wow, you got the cases in orange."

He chuckled at me. "I already knew it was your favorite color, baby."

I peered back inside before pausing. "Wait. So, you asked earlier for no reason?"

"Maybe." His lips twitched. "I knew all of the answers to your questions, already. I love hearing you talk, though, so I kept asking them."

My brow raised at him. "You knew them all?"

"Mhm. A fuck-ton more, too."

At his cockiness, my smile grew. "Oh, yeah?"

He shrugged. "Try me," he offered.

I rolled my eyes, shifting to face him. "Favorite animal?"

"Dolphins, or bunnies."

I scoffed. "That was easy." I thought over it before asking, "Favorite author?"

"J.C. Peers," he responded before glancing to me. "That reminds me. I ordered you all of their books. I'm sorry that the delivery is taking so long, but they should be at your house by the end of this week. I got them signed, too."

I blinked with shock. "What?"

He chuckled at me, nodding at me to continue. "Keep going, sweetheart."

Past my surprise, I managed to find another question. "What's my favorite position to sleep in?"

"Your side, or on top of me."

My lips pulled into a smile, my chest fluttering. "Favorite artist?" This was a trick question since I didn't have one, but I didn't think he'd remember.

He chuckled at me. "You don't have one, baby. You like classical music, and violin covers of every song you do like."

"How do I take my coffee?" Another trick question.

His chuckle sounded through the car. "You don't drink coffee, sweetheart. It upsets your stomach. You only like tea. Your favorite is Rooibos."

I frowned at how accurate he was. "Favorite candle scent?" I paused, thinking it over. He was answering too quick for me to catch up with. "And, my favorite drink? Is it soda or juice or..." I shrugged, dangling a grin his way.

His smirk only built at me. "You pretend to like anything vanilla someone gives you to be nice, but your exact favorite is the warm vanilla sugar." With an amused shake of his head, he added, "And, you love cranberry or apple juice the most, but when you do drink soda, you don't drink it with ice."