First night with Jojo in my apartment was restless. Not that she was a noisy roommate, on the contrary, she was quiet like a mouse. And that made me even more anxious, because I was sure she was up to something. So I slept with one eye open, waking up every twenty minutes to check if I'm still alive. And by the time it was seven am, and my usual time to start my morning routine I felt even more exhausted than yesterday. But thankfully my headache had gone away.
I emerged from my room and found my Mate with disheveled hair by the kitchen counter pouring herself a freshly brewed coffee. Her floral scent mixed with fresh grains was heavenly and that was something I couldn't definitely get used to.
I crept closer to her with an urge to fist her long hair and nuzzle her neck, but I decided
