I was almost done buckling the buttons of my shirt when I reached the stairs. I hurried down, making sure not to slip, but slowed down when I noticed Caleb waiting for me at the base. He gave me a smile, offering me one of the two cups he was holding.
“Did you have a nightmare?” He asked as I took it, inhaling the familiar aroma of Clarissa’s coffee. She always bought some local brand with a soft aroma, but the strong taste kicked you awake in an instant. One of my regrets after moving to New York was not being able to find it anywhere in the stores there.
“How did you…?” I frowned.
“I heard you tossing and whimpering.” He said, his eyes full of worry. He reached out and pushed behind my ear a strand of hair that I had missed when tying my hair. I froze,
