Olivia
“Good morning Liv.”
Still half asleep , I came to a stumbling halt in the door way to my kitchen. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I could do nothing but stare at him.
What the hell was Wyatt doing sitting at my kitchen table at…. I glanced at the clock on the wall by the window. At eight am on a Sunday morning?
“Wyatt?” My voice sounded thick which wasn’t surprising seeing as I had finished off at least two bottles of wine with Mason and Aden last night. My mouth felt like something furry had crawled into it and fed. Filling a glass with cold water I downed it before I turned back to him.
He was still there, casually sitting at my table nursing a cup of coffee. So I wasn’t still drunk.
“Good night last night?” Finally he spoke. His eyes appeasing my appearance which I was g
