The morning dawned surprisingly brightly for January. I awoke to the smells of Jamie’s breakfast preparations. As I went into the kitchen, I could spot Ashton in the living room already dressed and perched awkwardly on the edge of the sofa my duvet and pillows had already been folded up neatly and placed in a pile in the corner. I couldn’t help but smile fondly would he ever stop being so tense.
“Morning Ash.” I called brightly “are you going to have some pancakes?”
“No I’m alright.” He called back over his shoulder “I’m going to get off home actually we haven’t got a class till this afternoon.”
“Huh the joys of higher education. Remind me how many hours a day do you actually spend in the classroom.” Jamie called from the kitchen. We both ignored hi
