Tulip

Iris's POV

"And here is your coffee strong, just the way you like strong but sweetened by a bit of creamer," said Xander holding a brewing hot cup of my favorite coffee.

Placing the coffee in front of me on the kitchen island, he started making his own.

Rubbing my sleepy eyes a bit I took the cup in my hand, following a sip, and believe me he makes it the best way.

Seems like perfection runs in his Russo blood.

I wonder if there is anything he does imperfectly.

I mean he is an awesome cook, makes awesome drinks, I don't need to tell you about his brain, he plays superb chess and plays piano as well.

One man with so much talent. No wonder he is arrogant.

And I really really wonder how the hell he and I ended up together. I mean he is just perfect and me, well you can say I ace clumsiness.

For instance, Xander knows almost everything about me, my likes, dislike, favorites, etc.

And I, I know nothing, not even his favorite coffee.

Thinking that I groaned, a bit frustrated by myself