Some love stories are written in the stars. Ours was written in spilled coffee, sarcastic banter, and one jaw-dropping revelation that changed everything I thought I knew about my boyfriend who took the most extreme measure to test my loyalty. I met Jack a year ago in the least romantic way possible: by spilling an entire iced latte all over his neatly stacked paperwork at a coffee shop.
I was mortified and already scrambling for napkins when he just chuckled and said, “Guess this is fate telling me to take a break!”
“Oh god, I’m so sorry!” I frantically dabbed at the papers. “I swear I’m not usually this clumsy. Well, actually, that’s a lie.
I totally am.”
He laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Then I better move these other papers before you decide to give them a coffee bath too.”
We laughed and I liked him instantly. We ended up sitting together and talking for hours.
He was funny, charming, and refreshingly down-to-earth. He told me he worked in logistics for a small company, and I told him about my marketing job. No flashy moves or no pretense.
We just had an easy conversation that made me feel like I’d known him forever. “You know,” he said, stirring his second coffee, “I usually hate when people spill drinks on me, but I might make an exception this time.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Just this time?”
“Well, depends on how many more times you plan on assaulting me with beverages.”
And that’s how it all started.
From the beginning, Jack always insisted we hang out at his place. I figured it was because my roommate was a total neat freak who hated guests, so I didn’t question it. But his apartment?
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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