I looked up in surprise when the kitchen door opened suddenly. It was 3 AM. Elena sauntered in, wearing a sports bra and some really tight leggings that made it impossible to keep my eyes off her. She froze when she saw me, her eyes wide and slightly frightened.
This was slowly becoming a usual habit. The both of us, scaring each other.
"Morning," she sing-songed, a forced smile on her face.
"Morning."
Now that I thought about it, things had been all shades of weird between us lately. It was like we no longer knew how to behave around each other, unlike when we used to be such good friends. I supposed most of that was my fault. I had been waking up early and working late to avoid going to bed with her. I felt horrible about forcing her into this marriage, but I was not making it any be
