I was getting breakfast when Phoenix entered the kitchen, bringing flashbacks of last night along with him. I avoided his stare as I poured my cereal into a bowl, thinking about how his shoulder felt under my head and how his heart hammered in his chest. I poured my milk, red-faced and embarrassed as I tried to suppress my thoughts.
"Morning," he greeted me.
"Morning," I mumbled, even though it was almost noon.
"Happy Halloween," he wished. I slid to the side as he grabbed a bowl from the cabinet, moving to get some cereal.
"Happy Halloween," I muttered, sitting down at the table.
He followed me soon after, plopping down in the seat across from me. "What's on your agenda for today?"
I looked at him, blinking slowly. "I'm probably going to go back to sleep and then wake up and eat, an
