Morning came, I fought the urge to punch the loud snorer next to me that was the cause of the bags under my eyes I was sure I already had.
I groaned and then practically crawled my sleep deprived self out of bed and downstairs to the kitchen, the only thing on my mind was the coffee maker and a mug.
“f*****g organization giving f*****g stupid missions” I mumbled as I went down the stairs and headed for the kitchen.
I was shocked to see Cullen by the kitchen counter holding a mug in his hand. My brow first raised, was he drinking coffee? What the actual—oh
The liquid in the mug was crystal clear, he raised his eyes to meet mine...he looked even better than yesterday, he looked well rested despite the fact that I had been feeling slightly guilty last night by letting him sleep on the c
