I wake to find the bed next to me empty, and Lola not upstairs. How had I not heard her get up? This is odd. I quickly get out of bed and grab some shorts to throw on after going in the bathroom and head downstairs.
As I approached halfway down the stairs I spot Lola, already dressed, in yoga pants and a crop top, her hair twisted up into a small bun on top of her head. She appeared to be busy cleaning the house. But why?! It wasn’t even messy. I don’t get this.
I headed further down the stairs, to be hit by the smell of food cooking and coffee brewing. Don’t get me wrong, it smells amazing, but why is she doing all this? I get a sinking feeling I know where this is coming from, and it bothers me. A lot. I do not want this from my mate? She does not need to be doing all this for me.
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