Rory's POV
"I trust you. Can we leave the past behind?" I asked as Scott took my hand and we left the club.
We returned to the suburban villa, where I had the most comforting sleep ever.
I woke up feeling better rested than I had in a while. I turned to the other side of the bed to find it was empty. A small pang rose in me.
“Good morning, beautiful," Scott called.
I turned in the direction of his voice and saw him standing by the doorway holding two hot mugs.
“I wasn't sure how you like it, so I left it black but I can get you cream and sugar." Scott handed me one of the mugs and I took it gratefully.
“Usually I take cream," I said, holding the mug in both hands and enjoying the warmth.
“Cream it is," he said. “If you're hungry, I'm making some omelets."
The mention of food
