“Morning, beautiful.” A tender kiss on my shoulder wakes me up. “How about some tea?”
“What?” I pry open my eyelids and blink to clear the fog of sleep from my brain. I’m lying on my side, so I roll over onto my back and squint up at Lucas—who’s standing next to the bed, already dressed and with what appears to be a steaming cup in his hand.
“Tea,” he says. His hard mouth is curved into a smile. “I made some for you. I hope I didn’t mess it up.”
“Um…” My brain is still not fully functioning, so I sit up and try to make sense of what’s happening. “You made me tea?”
“Hmm.” Lucas sits down on the edge of the bed and carefully hands me the cup. “Here you go. I wasn’t sure how long it should steep, but there were instructions on the box, so hopefully, it’s right.”
“Uh-huh.” I take the cup
