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
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