I stared at the black liquid in my World’s Best b***h mug and honestly I want sure if the liquid was going to go down my throat easily.
“Are you okay? You’ve been spacing out since you woke up” I blinked wearily and turned to look at Eve, the steaming coffee still in my grip, warming my knuckles.
“Have I?” I reply, my mind not really in the kitchen but in the living room, at the corner where the new bed had been installed only a few days ago.
Cullen was still asleep, he has always been an early riser but today apparently he has chosen to sleep in.
Which is good because I’m not really sure how to face him after what happens in the middle of the night. I don’t really intend to avoid him because of course that would be impossible but I want to at least enjoy the few minutes I will have wi
