Falling in Love with the Man of My Nightmares (That's [Para]Normal #4)

by Camilla Evergreen

Alas. Here I am. Plotting how I could possibly move out by winter break alongside asking Pollux to make me French toast the morning after I move in. He’s a better cook than I am. I bet he wouldn’t just dunk sandwich bread in egg. He’d bake the loaf fresh, whip the cream himself, add strawberries… He’s an overachiever, too, so he’d probably bring it to me in bed and wake me with a forehead kiss before letting me know the orange juice is fresh-squeezed and he can strain the pulp out if I don’t like it, but it’s good for me, and he’d know all the reasons behind it being good for me. So I’d munch on my toast and listen to him tell me about the glories of vitamin C. …gracious. It’s a self-serving fantasy if ever I’ve had one.