TESSA
I woke up to a strange sound. The scraping of wood followed by a muffled clink made me open my eyes, looking for the source of the noise.
I frowned, forcing myself out of bed, catching the soft snore that came from the couch in the living room.
Owen was still asleep. His head was tilted awkwardly on the cushion, one arm dangling over the side. I’d teased Rowan before about Owen and me “sleeping together from time to time,” but this was the truth. Owen never shared my bed. When he stayed over, it was always the couch. He never pushed nor asked for more. He simply stayed even after my insistence, since this was his house.
A small chuckle slipped out of me. His lips were parted, his breathing deep. He looked so tired—probably from his work trip.
I made a mental note. I’d cook
