Chapter Eleven
Aaron woke to the smell of coffee and the low sound of a television in another room. He stretched out across the bed, finding the sheets beside him relatively cool. He cracked open one eye to look at the clock on Nell’s side of the bed. Eight-thirty. Pretty much his normal unless he pulled an all-night painting frenzy, which was rare.
He’d sort of hoped to wake her up with another round of mind-blowing s*x, but he supposed being a nine-to-fiver had her used to a pretty regular schedule that didn’t include waking up at eight-thirty. But she’d left coffee. He touched the mug. Still hot. Hopefully she hadn’t been up since six and gotten annoyed with his lazy ass.
Squishing the pillows behind him, he sat up and grabbed the coffee. There was a bowl with creamer and sugar packe
