I came out of Theo’s bedroom the next morning to the smell of bacon and coffee. I wasn’t sure when Theo had left the bed.
“Good morning,” Theo said when I walked into the kitchen. He stood at the stove frying bacon.
“Good morning. That smells amazing.”
“It’ll be done in a few. Help yourself to some coffee.”
I went to the cabinet above the coffeemaker and removed a mug. “You didn’t have to do that. I didn’t want you to go to any trouble.”
Theo shrugged. “We both needed to eat.”
“Yeah.” I added cream and took a large swallow of the steaming brew. I wasn’t sure how to act this morning. Last night we’d spent the better part of our time together talking with our bodies. Neither of us had gotten much rest, which didn’t bother me, because I could either try to sleep on the plane or go right
