Monday morning comes early, but I was ready for it after a day of recuperating from New Year’s Eve. At the beginning of each year, I try to wake up earlier, eat healthier, and focus on self-care. It lasts about a month, but I always give it a good hurrah even though I consistently fail.
When I get up to grind some beans, Archer’s in the kitchen scrambling eggs and making toast. He even cut fruit and put them in little side bowls. Bonus, he already started the coffee.
“You made me breakfast too?” My smile widens.
He nods proudly. “Of course.”
“What’s the occasion?” I ask as he hands me a mug of coffee just the way I like it.
“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” He smirks, and I can’t help but focus on his lips. Ever since our New Year"s kiss, I haven’t been able to think
