BECK
That morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee still lingered in my cup as I stepped into the living room. The air in this house was cooler than what I was used to. Sunlight filtered in through the large windows, casting soft shadows across the space. Damon was sprawled out on the couch in a position that looked anything but comfortable, Ace was absorbed in his tablet, and Cal stood near the door in his workout gear, clearly getting ready for a morning run.
Leaning against the couch where Damon was still fast asleep, I raised an eyebrow, took a slow sip of my coffee, and asked, “Why is Damon sleeping here?”
Cal stretched his arms, chuckling. “I saw Damon getting ready for a run earlier, so I told him to wait up while I grabbed my stuff. When I came back … well, this is what I fou
