Chapter Twenty-Six
After Gloria had showered, and entered the kitchen fully dressed—thank goodness for that overnight bag—she found a plate of scrambled eggs and toast waiting for her on the kitchen island.
Just like in the bathroom, most of the kitchen countertops were made of marble.
“Oh my God. You’ve made my wildest dreams come true.” Gloria sat, piled some eggs on a slice of toast, and tried not to wolf down her breakfast. Missing dinner was one thing. Gloria worked in shifts and she was used to going long stretches without food. But it was as though sleeping with Ash had ignited a new kind of hunger in her. She couldn’t remember when she’d last been so ravenous. Then again, she couldn’t remember when she’d last had a night like last night. “Aren’t you starving?”
“f**k, yes,” Ash
