Page 31 of Our Broken Pieces
He looks up from his laptop. “Good morning. I’m surprised you’re awake.”
“Well, I did pass out sort of early.” I chuckle. “Thank you for the water and ibuprofen.”
“You’re welcome. Coffee’s ready, too.”
“How are you so chipper?”
“I’m not tiny like you are. I looked at our receipt this morning and you had more to drink than I did.”
I grab a mug from the cabinet and make my coffee. “Sorry I got so drunk.”
“It’s alright, princess, you’re coming off a couple of bad days. Shit happens.”
I sit down next to him at the table. “Did Linc drive us home?”
He nods. “Yeah, you fell asleep on the way home.”
“I don’t even remember walking to bed.” I shake my head.
“You didn’t walk. I carried you.”
He fucking carried me and I wasn’t conscious to remember it? Damn it. Wait, he touched my knee yesterday. Yes! At least I remember that.
“Well, thanks for that.”
“You’re welcome.”
I fidget in my seat. “So, when are we starting our plan?”
He huffs out a breath, closing his laptop. “I’m going into the office in a bit. Is it okay if we sit down and talk about everything tonight?”
I nod. “Sure.”
“I’ll make sure I’m home at a decent time, then.” He rinses out his coffee cup. “I’m going to get ready for work.”
As he walks upstairs, I grab my laptop from my work bag and start working on schedules. My headache is subsiding, so my eyes are able to focus enough to look at the screen. After I finish, I get up to fill my coffee cup again. I hear the click of Marcus’ dress shoes on the stairs. He bounces down the past few steps and comes into view.
“Is there coffee left?”
His cologne fills the air and I breathe it in. “Yeah, I left you a cup.”
“Thanks.”
This morning, he’s wearing black loafers with gray dress pants and a black button-down. His curls perfectly swept away from his clean-shaven face. I’m a little disappointed he got rid of his scruff. The pants strain against his thighs and I have to look away. Fuck, I just got out of a relationship. I can’t have dirty thoughts about another man so quickly.
“Will you be okay on your own today?”
“Yeah, is it okay if I do some laundry?”
He finishes the last of his coffee, rinsing out the mug, then turns to me. “I know this sounds odd, but this is technically your house now, too. No need to ask, it’s your space, too.”
I look into his eyes. “I sort of forgot.”
“Anything you need, it’s yours. And if you need something and I don’t have it, just let me know.”
“I will.”
He nods, grabs his water bottle and keys. “I’ll be home around four-thirty. Text me if you need anything, okay?”
