Kimani
Monday mornings have never been my favorite, but today was on a whole new level of I don’t want to do this.
The thought of stepping into the office, pretending to care about reports and endless chatter after the weekend I’d had—it felt almost cruel. My mind kept replaying the image of Alaric’s smile under the soft glow of the gazebo lights, the sound of his voice when he whispered my name like it was something precious.
Now, sitting across from him at the breakfast table, I could barely muster the energy to fake enthusiasm. The smell of pancakes and coffee filled the air, yet I just poked at my food with a fork, dragging syrup around the plate without really eating.
Alaric looked up from his coffee cup, watching me like a hawk. I could feel his eyes on me, warm but heavy with co
