Marcus glanced up as I entered. His golden eyes lit subtly, and his lips turned upward in a warm smile.
“Good morning,” he greeted simply. “I trust you slept well?”
“I did,” I managed, though the tension still lingered from what I had read earlier.
Marcus straightened slightly as if sensing the unease beneath my words. “I decided to prepare breakfast. Starting the day right aids in energy balance for the tasks ahead.”
His casual explanation hinted at how meticulously he thought things through. I realized he was explaining so I wouldn’t feel like a guest intruding on his private routines.
“Would you like to help?” he asked, his voice deliberate and calm.
I blinked. It wasn’t expected. Strictly speaking, bond dissolution etiquette discouraged us from sharing such quiet intimacies
