Freya
The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, and I smiled, watching Victor’s eyelids flutter open. His deep, drowsy gaze met mine, and for a moment, he just stared, as if making sure I was really there.
Then, his eyes dropped to the tray of food sitting beside me on the bed, and his brows lifted in surprise.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I teased, nudging his shoulder gently.
Victor stretched, his muscles flexing as he rubbed a hand down his face. "Morning babe," he murmured, his voice rough from sleep. "What’s all this?"
"Breakfast," I said proudly. "I ordered in while you were sleeping."
His lips quirked up in amusement. "And you did all this while I was dead to the world?"
I nodded, grinning. "I was about to wake you, but then I got distracted."
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