"Ma'am. Here's your detox water, with the abundance of lemons. And an aspirin,” Cassiel says in his role-playing voice, trying his best to not fall into a full-blown laughing fit.
"No hangover recipes?" I ask as I take a sip from the cute Mason jar with a red lining to it.
He shakes his head. “The chef barely let me in to get this going on.” He leans in to hug me and pecks my forehead, “Too much partying last night?"
I nod. “But, how are you even here?"
“You don’t want me here?” His eyes gaze at me with a strange emotion. Vulnerability. Or maybe I’m overthinking things.
I get quite taken aback by that. His face is frowning, which shows how serious he really is. "I do want you here. I obviously do. I just am surprised.” I look away from his clear blue eyes, hiding behind my hair.
“Mor
