"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?"

help

added, "Water,

glass from the vanity,

dressed, and let's

took the glass, immediately noticing something off, "You

"Yep!"

retorted, "Go get me some ice

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

"Who told you

"My exes..." Oops!

right?" Leda

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

you always resort to

you, did your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat sushi? Enjoy ice-cold cocktails?" "...What's

cold or even raw? So, did they or did they not

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

when did drinking warm water become the hallmark of

en

you're admitting you're not

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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