THIRTY – EIGHT
I woke up with a lighter heart. The sunlight was shining its warmth on me as I stretched my arms, my eyes scanning Marcel’s spare room. He had been surprisingly nice towards me—or maybe it was for a fact I was in a mess and maybe being a d**k wouldn’t solve anything. I went out of the guest room and inhaled the pleasant smell of bacons and pancakes. The maple syrup gave its strong scent, while I jutted my chin out, loving the aroma it gave. “Good morning.” It came from a different voice and I opened my eyes widely, seeing Jason was the one who was cooking the ideal breakfast I would like to eat at any day. I almost had a whiplash being graced by his presence but I immediately kept my cool and walked towards where he was cooking. “Good morning to you, too,” I answered, a small smile capt
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