I dive in the second my ass hits the stool, and thankfully, the demands of my stomach help to lessen the previous thoughts that were spinning around my head.
Or at least, they do until her sweet voice fills the air.
“W-what are you doing?”
I twist around and find her standing at the end of the hallway that leads to the bedrooms with a hurt expression on her face.
My mouth opens to speak, but I can’t find any words as I take her in.
Her still-wet hair is piled on top of her head, and she’s wearing a simple tank and leggings. Her face is now clear of the makeup that was smeared everywhere earlier. She looks beautiful.
“You said you weren’t hungry, but?—”
“I just needed a snack,” I finally say. “It’s nothing I can’t handle, honestly.”
A whole heap of emotions I don’t like darken Freya’s eyes. She’s disappointed in herself.
“If I’d have known, I wouldn’t have taken so long. I?—”
“Freya. It’s just some cheese and crackers,” I interrupt.
“I know. But it’s my job.”
“Don’t worry. This won’t ruin my brunch,” I tease.
A smile twitches at her lips, and she shakes her head.
“Thank you for the coffee. It was very much needed,” she says, letting go of the fact that I managed to put some food on a plate without her assistance.
“You want another?”
She holds her hand up, stopping me from climbing to my feet.
“You’ve already done enough this morning. If you’re still willing to keep me around after…” Her words trail off as she looks over her shoulder in the direction of the bedrooms. “That…then I need to start work.”
“I can still make you coffee,” I point out. “I don’t remember that being a part of your job description.”
“Only since I discovered you’re better at it than me,” she shoots back.
I smirk, aware that I’ve just won. “Then let’s both focus on what we’re good at. You start prepping brunch, if you’re feeling up to it, and I’ll make more coffee.”
“I’m feeling fine, thank you.”
“Liar,” I tease.
She shoots me a glare, but it quickly melts away into a knowing smile.
“I can’t remember the last time I had a night like that.”
“Regret it?” I ask as I abandon what’s left on my plate in favor of making her more coffee.
“I’m regretting what the overindulgence made me do. But the night itself…no. I think it was exactly what I needed.”
I smile as I watch her pull ingredients from the fridge, the coffee beans grinding beside me.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Definitely remembering that I’m not twenty-one anymore today, though. When I was in Vegas, I’d drink all night, sleep for a few hours, and then start all over again.”
