12
Rue
I’m in the kitchen sipping a fresh cup of coffee when Dryas finally gets up. He usually sleeps just a handful of hours each night, so seeing him yawn and stretch as he enters the room is vaguely amusing.
He’s a little gruff as I hand him a mug of coffee. He looks at me over the mug as he takes the first sip.
“You were up early. Well, earlier than me anyway.”
I raise my brows. “It’s almost ten thirty.”
He looks confused. “It is? God, when is the last time I even looked at a clock? I guess I need to put my watch back on.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like vacation Dryas. He’s…” I pause. Emotionally available? An amazing f**k? But no, I swallow those two things. “More laid back, I guess.”
He chuckles a little, his eyes crinkling. I swear, when he does that, it’s hard to ke
