Jas.
In awkward silence the next morning, with Zane already in the kitchen, I made coffee in the coffee maker, unsure of what to say. I had woken up about an hour ago, but I had stayed in bed, thinking about this I was doing, and the choices I was making.
Whether or not I would regret it had kept me from going back to sleep, because really, I wasn't sure of anything at all.
“I didn't expect I would ask you to come stay here with me before our wedding, so I don't have cream.” Zane suddenly said.
“It's fine, I take it black,” I said and added under my breath. “Like my stepsister’s soul.”
If he heard me, there was no indication, because he just continued with what he was doing, something I absolutely have no idea of. All I knew was that he had his laptop right there in front of him,
