“I figured you’d be the type to get up at five am to workout,” I say, stretching as Larkyn sits on one of my barstools with her elbows leaning on my granite counter, sipping a cup of coffee.
Larkyn narrows her eyes at me. “I am. I’m surprised you’re up this early.”
I grin and pour myself a cup of coffee from the pot she left on. “I also happen to be a morning person who prefers to workout in the early morning hours before most people are awake.”
I lift my coffee cup to my lips. Larkyn doesn’t smile at me. Her lips turn downward before she yawns.
“Tired?” I ask.
She nods.
I smile.
“Why does me being tired make you happy?”
I smirk at her deviously as I walk over to her, and lean down by her ear to whisper, even though nobody else is in the house to hear me. “Because it means
