It was far too early for me to go to work yet, but I didn't tell Erik this as I slid into the seat next to him. His hair was still tousled from sleep and his eyes hung low as he stared blankly at the dining table.
I figured he didn’t get as much rest as I hoped he would, with the sounds he had been making through the night. Still, the sun was yet to come up so I figured he had some time to make up for it.
It still gave me whiplash how easily my stance towards Erik had changed since spending more time with him. He always looked so angry and bruised, with the harsh scarring on his arms and his permanent scowl doing nothing to avail the situation.
He just looks so much more… vulnerable in my eyes.
Maybe even a little… cute?
The thought shocks me and I feel my cheeks heating up at the
