…RILEY…
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Damn, mornings were the worst. I trudged down the stairs, hair a mess, one eye half-closed, yawning like a zombie. My stomach grumbled in complaint.
“Did I miss breakfast?” I muttered, leaning against the banister.
Soren didn’t look up from the table, eyes glued to his laptop, scrolling through maps and trail reviews. “Yeah, but Khloe will bring you some,” he said still without looking up.
I huffed. “Of course. Because food has to be chauffeured to me now.”
I made my way closer, pretending I wasn’t dying to look at what he was doing. But, of course, I was. He was hunched over the table, hair messy from sleep, sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms, brows furrowed in that perfect frustrated concentration that made my chest do stupid things.
I plopped ont
