Charlie
My breath still tasted of alcohol and her, and did I regret it? No, but that did not mean I had let anything go either.
I was already dressed by the time Serena stirred, pulling the sheets up around herself with the slow, satisfied movements of a woman who had decided last night had reset something between us.
I buttoned my shirt in front of the mirror and watched her reflection without turning around, watched her stretch and blink and find me with her eyes, and I said nothing.
"Good morning," she offered, carrying her voice in that particular softness she only used after nights like that one.
"Morning," I replied, reaching for my watch on the dresser.
She sat up slowly. "Are you going into the office?"
"No," I told her, clipping my watch on, "working from home today."
Som
