"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

quickly added,

grabbed a glass from

up, get dressed, and let's

noticing something off,

"Yep!"

get me

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

told you all women drink warm water?

"My exes..." Oops!

right?" Leda

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

do you always resort

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

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

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

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

en

murmured, "So, you're admitting

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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