8
Max
I’m replying to some boring work emails when Cyra walks into the kitchen. She looks pretty well-rested, almost for the first time since I’ve met her. “Morning.” I automatically get up. “Coffee?”
She slowly shakes her head. “Something to eat first, I think.” She smiles and we walk to the other end of the kitchen, to where the bread and plates and everything are still spread out. “My stomach is acting like it’s going to eat itself.”
“That’s no good. Any preferences?” I slide my arm around her when she gets close and nuzzle the top of her head, trying to get to her scent, but since she’s freshly showered, I only smell her shampoo and Liam on her. Bummer. I love touching her, holding her, it makes me feel so much better.
“Strawberries?” She lets out a soft laugh and I can’t help my
