"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

added,

a glass from the

get dressed, and let's

the glass, immediately noticing something off, "You got warm

"Yep!"

get me some

drink, can you handle it?" Despite

rolled her eyes, "Who told you all women drink

"My exes..." Oops!

right?"

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

you always resort to

drink milkshakes?

even raw? So, did

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

to get up: "Since when did drinking warm water become the hallmark of a proper

en

you're admitting you're not

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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