Avon's POV
Jeremiah spends his night again with us. I didn't bother to send him out since it was very late and he looks tired.
Mathew requested for us to sleep together like the last time and we have no choice but to agree.
The next morning I woke up when I heard my alarm ring. I was about to reach for it when Jeremiah extended his arm first then pressed the alarm to turn it off.
"You have work?" he asked in a husky voice. I looked at him and then nod my head.
Jeremiah palmed his face and then get off the bed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I will cook you breakfast," he responded casually.
"You know I don't do breakfast Jeremiah," I reminded him.
"I made you overnight oats though, it won't make you bloated I promise," he offered. I let out a deep breath and then nod my head.
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