“Nope. I know you need to eat.”
“You suck; you know that right?” The bastard laughed at me and slid out from under me. Tim pulled back the covers and stood beside my bed.
“Up, or I am getting the water.”
I glared up at him and threw a pillow at him. “Why are you here?”
“You are in my room, Maddie. Up, then you can go back to sleep. I’ll even join you.”
I wrinkled my nose and slid down the bed. Pushing myself up, I stood up. “There. Happy now?” He smirked and I narrowed my eyes again. “You’re an asshole.”
“Love you too, Maddie, now come and eat.” Tim placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me toward the balcony door. Sitting down in the chair he led me too, I pulled my knee up and wrapped my arm around my leg to lock it in place. I raised a brow at the covered pancakes. He lifted the cover off the food and I couldn’t help but smile. He remembered my love for blueberry pancakes with strawberries on top. He handed me a fork and sat down beside me. He put a glass of strawberry milk beside my plate. I looked over at him as he sipped his coffee.
“Have you been talking to Jasmine?” Tim raised a brow.
“Why?” “There is no way you could remember that I only eat blueberry pancakes with strawberries on the side and strawberry milk.”
“Maddison, there isn’t a thing about you that I don’t remember. I may not have seen you in years, but things like that don’t tend to change.”
I stared at him and his eyes bore into mine. I remember everything about the man sitting beside me. So why didn’t I think that he would too? I looked away and mumbled “thank you” before starting to eat my pancakes.
With the first bite, I fought back a groan. They were made just the way I liked them. Swallowing my mouthful, I looked to Tim. “Did you by any chance go down to the kitchen and bribe someone to let you in so you could cook these? They taste exactly like the ones you used to make me…”
With a cheeky grin, he nodded and filled his mouth with pancakes so that he couldn’t say anything else. I moved my hand to squeeze his leg before leaving it there. Tim laced his fingers with mine and gave my hand a squeeze. Putting my leg down, I continued eating my breakfast. As much as I hated to admit it, Tim was right. I was starving. I would never admit that to him, though. His smug ass probably already knew and was quietly doing the “I told you so” dance in his head.
Pushing my now empty plate away, I leaned back and closed my eyes. Tim just chuckled and I lifted my hand to slam his hand into his leg. “Not a word mister.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Snowflake.” Letting go of his hand, I lifted my legs and let the rest over his. I cuddled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Do you want to go back to bed, Maddie?” I shook my head and kept my eyes closed. Tim wrapped his arms back around me and rested his head against mine. I let out a relaxed sigh. I know I should go back to my room and go and see Morgan, but I just couldn’t seem to move from here. Something was holding me here other than Tim. Despite being so far away from it, I felt like I was home. Just having him near brought it all back.
“Well, isn’t this cozy.” I pulled away from Tim, which was made harder due to the fact that his arms were wrapped around me, and looked up to see a very unhappy looking Morgan.
“I came to check that you were okay, but now I see there is something more important here.” Tim let me go and stood up.
“I have only just woken her. It was hard enough to do that long enough to get her to eat, let alone come find you.”
“How convenient.” Tim took a step forward and I moved in front of him.
“Morgan, it’s not what it looks like.”
“Real original, Maddie.” I elbowed Tim hard in the stomach and moved toward Morgan.
“I was going to come and find you after I ate and had a shower
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