[Stefan]:
This was the third morning of me waking up to the aroma of meals and today, it was cinnamon rolls. I didn't linger in bed like I did the other days, wondering why Olivia decided that making me a meal every morning would absolve her of the absolute f**k up she had plunged us in.
Well, I'd dealt with Jason's bullshit, sending him a threatening text message. He was a coward and of course, he'd deleted the pictures and even if he sent a message back telling me it wasn't over, I knew he was afraid and used that as a cover.
My phone chimed beside me. It was a text from Tatiana, asking if she could come over. Just as I was about to pick my phone up, the aroma of cinnamon rolls wafted into my nose again, causing my stomach to rumble. I found myself slipping into a pair of linen pants
