Chapter XIII
I WOKE UP TO A BRIGHT, sunny day, which was quite unusual for Amsterdam at that time of year. I soaked in the warm sunshine and decided it was going to be a marvelous day. Louis was no longer in bed with me, but I could hear him moving around in the living room.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he said, smiling broadly as I came in. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”
I arched a brow at him and batted my lashes. “That was a rhetorical question, I assume.”
He chuckled, nodding at me. “Yes, it was.” He poured the dark, steamy liquid and added milk and sugar to it. Just the way I liked it! I had forgotten how easy it was at times to just be with Louis.
I took the cup and thanked him, then let him make breakfast for me. We ate and we laughed and it all felt so natural, as if we had
