34. No future.
Reid.
“You showered,” Willa says behind me, stretching her arms and slightly lifting her dress, making me lick my lips at the sight.
“Don’t start, Reid,” she adds when she reads my gaze.
I chuckle a little and return to cutting the fruit.
“Careful, love,” I say when she hugs me from behind, pulling my hand away so the knife doesn’t brush her. Once her arms are firmly around my waist, I resume my work, continuing to chop.
I make breakfast with Willa clinging to me the whole time, even receiving food from her fingers when she casually pops a piece of fruit into my mouth.
“Do you want orange juice?” I ask, moving toward the fridge with her hanging onto me.
“Hot chocolate,” she hums, closing the fridge door with a stretch of her arm under mine, making me laugh.
“All rig
