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Haley looked up from sipping her hot coffee at the kitchen table as Jayden walked into the room. Dressed in jeans and a tight fitting T-shirt, his sandy blonde hair still damp from his shower, he looked like every red-blooded girl’s fantasy. Her heart fluttered against her chest and she couldn’t tear her gaze away. It wasn’t fair that he was so gorgeous without even trying, while she’d just spend half an hour trying to style her hair.
“You’re up early.” Jayden looked at his military style watch before meeting her gaze. “It’s only six thirty.”
“I wanted to look over my notes before class.” Haley swallowed.
Jayden nodded and poured himself a cup of coffee. She waited to see if he was going to add cream. He didn’t. Figured. He liked his coffee manly, not with French vanilla creamer and sugar like she preferred.
He frowned at her plate “Is that all you’re going to eat?”
She glanced down at her half-eaten toast. “Yeah.”
Jayden shook his head. “Get your stuff. We’ll go grab a real breakfast.”
“But I need to look over my notes.”
“Bring them. You’ll have time to look over them after you eat a real meal. You’ve lost weight and you need a good breakfast before your test.”
She stared at him. How did he know that she had lost weight? After the notes arrived she’d lost her appetite. When she did manage to eat, it wasn’t much.
She walked into the bedroom and sat on the bed, tucking her textbooks into her backpack.
She grabbed her cell phone and tucked it in her jeans pocket and headed for the door. The mirror on the wall caught her attention and she jerked to a stop, looking at her appearance.
She had chosen the silky peach top that dipped slightly between her breasts and jeans that weren’t so baggy. They weren’t tight-fitting, but they still hung lower on her hips and hugged her curves better than the bigger jeans she usually wore.
She had even put on some eye shadow and lip gloss. The shadows under her eyes were still there, but lighter thanks to a good night’s sleep. She felt lighter too.
Was it because of Jayden?
“You ready?” Jayden called out from the kitchen.
She grinned at her reflection. Was she ready?
Hell, yeah.
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Jayden leaned back in the booth of the busy little café and studied Haley over his coffee as she read over her notes before their breakfast arrived.
He nearly had a coronary when he walked into the kitchen and saw her in those low rise jeans and peach shirt that flowed over her breasts.
She was a natural beauty with her full lips and a complexion that didn’t need any makeup. Her full lips shone with that cherry lip gloss she’d put on. He knew it was cherry because he could smell it.
And he wanted to lick it off.
She had been trying to hide herself behind those baggy clothes. But today she wasn’t. She was even walking with her head up, instead of watching the ground.
It was enough to make him smile.
Haley looked up from her notes. A slow grin spread across her face and Jayden almost choked on his coffee as he felt his body respond.
“What are you smiling at?” She cocked her head. “Do I have something on my face?”
“What? No.” He cleared his throat as he shifted his weight in the booth. His jeans were growing tighter by the second “I was just noticing the change in your wardrobe.”
She chuckled. “I didn’t think it was such a big change. I wore jeans yesterday.”
“Jeans that are much too big. Plus the ugly sweatshirt.”
“Hey! No making fun of the university. That will get your ass kicked.” She grinned.
“Whatever.” Jayden grinned and looked away, both shocked and pleased at how good it felt to sit with her and share a meal. Made him feel almost alive again.
“So what’s up with your wardrobe?” She pointed the end of her pencil at his shirt.
He jerked his head towards her. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve noticed all you ever wear are Tshirts.”
“So?”
“From that store in the mall.” She arched her brow.
Jayden crossed his arms and frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Is that the official uniform for being a Guardian?”
“No.” He glanced down at his bright blue shirt. “It’s just what I wear when I’m not working. Plus I thought I was blending into the college crowd.”
Haley bit her lip and nodded before looking back down at her textbook.
“Are you trying to tell me I need to get some different clothes? Are you sure you’re not trying to turn me into your guinea pig for some class project for your fashion course?”
She rolled her eyes. “Look, you’ve got a great body. You need to dress it accordingly.”
He fought a grin, pleased way too much that she liked his body. “Tell me, how would you dress me?”