I'm His Crush(2)

4

The next morning, I awakened to the aroma of breakfast.

I was wondering if I was hallucinating because I didn't eat last night.

Why else would I have breakfast on my table?

I always had a cup of instant coffee for breakfast before I went to work.

Before I could react, Kingston walked out of the kitchen with a bottle of milk in one hand and two glasses in the other.

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I felt guilty when I saw the ugly bow on his finger. How could I have the injured cook?

I hurried to take the glasses from his hand.

"You didn't eat last night. Eat more today."

Kingston poured me a glass of milk and made me a cheese and mushroom omelet.

I felt warm inside. I'd been working away from home for years and I'd never had a good breakfast.

It was a rare meal.

The only pity was that I was going to be late.

No sooner had I sat down than Kingston picked up his glass and offered a toast.

"I thought about it all night, and I figured you might be angry."

I couldn't believe he could tell I was angry