“Would you like some breakfast?” He asks me while holding up a piece of toast and smiling?
This morning has been interesting already. Not only did he refuse to touch me last night, but this morning as soon as he opened his eyes, he bypassed me and came downstairs to make breakfast. When I walked down the stairs, I heard him making happy noises in the kitchen and thought it was very odd to hear him so cheerful.
I have never heard him this way before. Is it possible that I have been misjudging him all this time? Could he be different than he portrays himself to be at the club? All these questions run around my head as I sit there just trying to figure out what gives.
Cocking my head, I smile and answer in a soft tone of voice, “Yes, please.” Before he hands me a plate with eggs, bacon an
