"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 me with

added,

a glass from the vanity,

dressed, and let's hit

took the glass, immediately noticing

"Yep!"

"Go get me some ice

you handle it?" Despite his own habit of

"Who told

"My exes..." Oops!

ex-girlfriends, right?" Leda

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

do you always resort to

you, did your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat sushi?

isn't cold or even raw? So, did they or did they not eat and drink

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

off the bedcovers to get up: "Since when did drinking warm water become

en

you're admitting you're

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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