The next morning was my spin class, so I didn’t have to leave as early, thankfully. When I got to the kitchen at seven-thirty, Cypher had already made coffee and was frying up bacon and eggs, along with cooking some oatmeal and making toast.
“You’ve been busy,” I offered as I poured myself some coffee.
“Yeah,” he replied, blushing a little. “I didn’t know how much you ate before doing that workout, but I wanted to give you options, as well as say thank you for all you did for me yesterday.”
I waved away his gratitude and sat at the table with my steaming brew. “No need, and it was my pleasure. I think I’ll have some oatmeal for now. I’ll eat something more substantial later.”
“Okay.”
Once he was done cooking, Cypher and I had breakfast together. Then I got ready to go to work.
“I’ll
