CHLOE
Adrian slid a mug into my hands without a word, just as the kettle clicked off. And I took it, careful not to let my fingers brush his. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch him—hell, I wanted that more than I wanted to admit.
But every time I reached for him, I felt the weight of his hesitation, like touching me was something he wasn’t ready to allow himself to want. But for now, I let the warmth of the steaming hot mug seep into my palms, grounding me for a moment. And I let myself bask in it for a while, goddess knew how long I had left with him before he realized I was defective and casted me aside.
Breakfast went on for a while, once Emma was done with the pancakes, I helped myself to as much of a serving as I could afford to let myself, and sunk down to take a seat by Jason
