I smile. “Come on. I’ll make us breakfast.” “Ten minutes.” “I already missed my morning run. I don’t want to miss class.” “It’s okay to miss a run. It’s not the end of the world.” It is to me. “I like my life in order.” “Too bad I’m in it.” “Does that mean you admit you’re chaotic?” “Never denied it. I love corrupting you.” “More like I’m leading you to the right path.” He bursts out laughing, the sound husky and rich. “Good fucking luck trying.” “I’m nothing if not up for a little challenge.” “You mean huge.”
