Natalia
Natalia
Groggy, I wake up, and look around me. I'm laying down on the couch in the sitting room. Did i fall asleep here?
A groan rumbles from my throat, as I stretch my sore limbs, my back aching from the uncomfortable position my body was contorted into all night. Just as I readjust, I pause, sniffing the air, something smells good.
I follow the smell into the kitchenette, and I'm surprised when I find Alden inside, making breakfast.
He doesn’t notice me, completely engrossed with the pancakes he’s making, so I lean against the door frame, and watch him.
When he finally becomes aware of my presence, glancing at me, he offers me a small smile, “You’re up.”
“Hey,” I whisper, my voice still hoarse with sleep. Now that my head is clearer, last night’s conversation with him, su
