Leona’s bedroom door opens. She hasn’t slept that long, considering the time we went to bed. I wonder if she had a hard time falling asleep after our kiss last night? I replayed the scene more than once in my head, and I dozed off with a smile on my face.
She walks into the living room and settles down on one of the stools. I turn on the kettle and take out the bags of her favourite tea.
“Hi.”
“Hello,” she answers, watching me with suspicion.
She looks at me like I’m some kind of wild animal and she has no idea if I’m going to jump at her throat or if I’m going to sit here quietly sipping my coffee half ignoring her.
“You slept well?”
“Yes.”
She’s still just as uncomfortable. So, I decided to get straight to the point, to talk about the man-eating elephant in the room.
“Are you won
