"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,

grabbed a glass from the

dressed, and let's hit

glass, immediately noticing something off, "You got

"Yep!"

"Go get me some

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

rolled her eyes, "Who told you all women

"My exes..." Oops!

ex-girlfriends, right?"

York was speechless.

"Idiot!"

you always resort

you, did your ex-girlfriends drink milkshakes? Eat

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

York was stumped.

Leda stretched comfortably,

when did drinking warm water become the hallmark of a proper

en

"So, you're admitting

"Looking for a slap?"

He instinctively stepped back.

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