Troy comes back into my room empty-handed, but cleaned up; dirty blonde hair combed nicely.
He sits down beside me, pulling the coffee table closer to us, subtly resting his arm around my shoulders.
"Did you get cleaned up?" I ask.
It's odd because he was already dressed when he entered my room earlier.
"Yeah, I had to take care of... some things."
Just when I was about to question what "some things" was, a knock taps on my door, and Troy let's in the omegas, bringing us breakfast.
"I asked the omegas to bring up some room service." He says while picking up a seedless grape and placing it at my lips for me to take a bite, and he slides it into my mouth slowly.
Blushing, smiling, and trying to chew the grape surely has my face contorted into an awkward shape. Troy chuckles at me, an
