“Yeah. I think maybe I was falling in love with you a bit earlier than I was willing to admit.” I exhaled a wondrous laugh. I cupped his face in my hands. “Beckett Coleman,” I whispered. “You are the perfect man.” “Because I made you coffee?” he asked. I shook my head with a laugh. “No. Because I didn’t even know how to dream you up. You’re better than … everything.”
