"Seriously? Not only are you a grump, but your memory is like a sieve. What's up with that?"

Leda Reynolds lobbed a pillow at him, "Zip it!"

York dodged, a move that screamed experience.

Leda reached for another pillow, but-

"Stop searching, it's right here." York patted the pillow behind him.

Leda was dumbfounded, "How did it get there?"

York just sighed. A clear case of bad memory.

"Miss, you've already thrown one, and this is the second. Thank you."

"...Oh."

Awkward silence.

Leda then asked, "What time is it?"

"...Half-past ten." As if prodding his patience.

"No rush, it's still early. Took a little extra time getting ready to meet the future mother-in-law, that's understandable, right?"

you help me with

quickly added, "Water,

a glass from the vanity,

up, get dressed, and

noticing something off,

"Yep!"

retorted, "Go get me some

morning ice-cold drink, can you handle it?" Despite his own habit of ice-cold

what?" Leda rolled her eyes, "Who told you all women

"My exes..." Oops!

right?" Leda

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

always resort to

did your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat

isn't cold or even raw? So, did

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

water become

en

you're

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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