Crazy Sweet Love: Contemporary Romance Novella, Clean Interracial Romantic Comedy (Flower Shop Romance Book 3) Read Free

couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and she had his full attention.  It was the same way for her.
    Arjun had her completely transfixed.  She liked listening to him.  And there were times of comfortable silences when she would spend the night.  And then he would pick up his guitar and play some of the songs that he knew for her.  He insisted that he wasn’t any good, but the first time he played an original piece for her, it brought tears to her eyes.  They were on the roof of her building.  Something about being so high made them feel like they were alone in the world.  It was strange to her that Arjun could be afraid of heights, but be brave enough to want to try to overcome that fear when they were together.
    “Are you coming up?” Chleo asked.  She gave him a sly smile, but didn’t turn her face to fully look at him.
    “Would you like me to?” he teased back.  Chleo bit her lip.  She hadn’t yet even mentioned to her friends that she and Arjun had never had sex.  She normally didn’t consider things like that.  She decided that if something was going to happen, then she’d just let it happen.  With Arjun, she was adamant on letting their relationship go on for 3 months without being intimate.  It was for her own sake, she knew.  She wanted that reassurance that someone cared about the kind of person she was beyond anything physical that she may have to offer.
    Although Arjun had kissed her on the very night that they met, he respected her space and never pushed the topic further.  He was patient and considerate and charming in a way that she wasn’t used to.
    “I would,” Chleo said finally.
    “Then I’d love to spend some more time with you,” he took her by the hand and kissed her knuckles.
    Chleo couldn’t believe how perfect she felt.  This was the first relationship where all of her boundaries were respected and where she felt there was a mutual connection; the need for their relationship to grow beyond the traditional parts are what kept her even happier.
    She couldn’t believe that all of this started because she had hated cats.

Chapter 3
    Chleo woke up to the sound of soft purring by her face.  She groaned and rolled onto her other side, stretched her arm forward hoping to feel the warmth of Arjun’s body beside her, but there was nothing there.  She fumbled around, her cat Luna meowing softly beside her, no doubt wanting to be fed her breakfast.
    Another groan escaped Chleo’s throat, and her eyes fluttered open.  She was still extremely groggy.  Her brain wasn’t properly awake yet.
    “Avi?” she called out in a tired voice.  Avi was what she called Arjun.  It was a nickname that came from his first name, Arjun, and his last name Vaswani.  She focused her eyes and noticed an empty space next to her.  She was about to roll over again when a big fluffy face with bright yellow eyes came into focus.  Her cat Luna sniffed her hair.  She was still half asleep when she raised her head.
    “Ok Luna, I’m up, I’m up.”
    The little ragamuffin purred with approval.
    Chleo propped herself on her elbows and scoped the room around her.  Arjun was definitely not there.  She couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment.  It was barely after 7.  She remembered that they'd had a wonderful night.  They played board games, crossed something silly off of Chleo’s bucket list, and watched movies until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
    Chleo didn’t want to jump to conclusions or think too much about what could have happened during the night.  With a loud yawn, Chleo pulled herself up from her bed and lumbered towards the kitchen.  Luna followed beside her silently.  There was a bounce in Luna’s step.  She could probably sense that she was about to get some food.  The kitten’s paws tapped softly against the wooden floors of Chleo’s apartment.
    Luna pounced up on the counter and paced back and forth.  Chleo had gotten so accustomed to her house guest