[Sunday Morning] Wait... what?
They'd stayed up way too late, like they usually did on Saturday nights, but Clay had gotten up very early on Sunday, as usual.
As he'd kissed her forehead goodbye, Annie and had rolled into his spot on the bed, curling herself around his pillow for extra comfort, as usual.
When the time had come and gone for him to come home, she'd frown. This was extremely unusual. He usually made it back before she was even out of bed. The fact that she'd gotten up and gone hunting for coffee in his apartment was not usual at all.
The sound of her cell phone ringing drew her from the coffeepot and she answered it with a smart-ass, "You're late."
As he'd kissed her forehead goodbye, Annie and had rolled into his spot on the bed, curling herself around his pillow for extra comfort, as usual.
When the time had come and gone for him to come home, she'd frown. This was extremely unusual. He usually made it back before she was even out of bed. The fact that she'd gotten up and gone hunting for coffee in his apartment was not usual at all.
The sound of her cell phone ringing drew her from the coffeepot and she answered it with a smart-ass, "You're late."