“No. I haven’t. It’s just easy to tell.”
Easy to tell, my ass. “No, it’s not.”
“Sure it is,” he says, turning to look at me. “They usually look real, but there’s always one thing that’s off about them. I’d be so good as a judge on this show.”
“You’ll have to teach me how to tell.”
For the first time all day, the corners of his lips curve into a small smile. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”
Jesus. He’s so damn gorgeous. I can’t resist. I cup his nape and drag him to me, pressing my lips to his. He squeaks out a small noise of surprise, but it melts into a whimper as he kisses me back.
His hand lands on my chest, his fingers flexing on my shirt. When I break the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine.
“Do you wanna watch another episode before we go to bed?” I ask softly, brushing my nose along his.
He hums. “I’d like that.”
Chapter 27
Theo
Ifeltliketakinga shower this morning. It wasn’t one of those things where I knew I needed to do it because my body was rotting as badly as my soul. No. It wasn’t like that at all.
I woke up… refreshed. I couldn’t have slept more than seven hours. Hunter and I had stayed up late, watching the second season ofIs It Cake?and then we went to bed together well after midnight.
But even so, I feel like I slept twelve hours and woken up to one of my good days.
I’m not sure if I trust it. Not yet. I’m cautiously optimistic that this is the start of my medication working since it’s been right at two weeks, but I’ve woken up to days like this before, and it’s just led to heartbreak.
I’ve tried not to take up too much space in the house, mostly because I don’t want to overstay my welcome or give Millie any reason to want me gone. But when I go into the kitchen, she’s sitting at the table with a book in her hand and a cup of coffee in front of her.
“Oh.” I stop in the doorway. “Hi.”
Putting her book down, she turns to me with a warm smile. “Hi. How are you?”
“Good.” And I mean it. I am. At least for right now. “How are you?”
She waves her book through the air. “I’m trying to solve a murder mystery. Want some coffee?”
I shake my head. “No, but I was coming to get some water.”
She’s putting her book down on the table and standing in a rush before I can stop her. “Let me take care of that.”
“You really don’t have to,” I say, stepping further into the kitchen.
Narrowing her eyes at me, she pulls a glass down from the cabinet beside the sink. “Don’t sass me, young man.”
Don’t… sass her? “I wasn’t. I just—”
“You just what?” she asks, placing a hand on her hip. “You just wanted to sit down so I could make you a glass of water?”
My mouth falls open, and I find myself laughing. “I guess you’re right.”
Millie hums. “Ice or no ice?”
“Whatever’s easiest—” She shoots me a glare. “Ice, please.”
Pulling out a chair at the table, I sit down, and a second later, she places a glass of water in front of me. “There you are.”
