7. The Meaning of Life

Madison

"Ungh...what time is it?" I groan and slowly open my eyes, trying to adjust to the sunlight filtering in through my window.

It sounds like someone is searching through the cabinet in the kitchen, and there is music on low volume. That must have been what woke me up.

Suddenly, I hear Victor mutter under his breath, “Damn it!”

I stifle a laugh at victor cursing like a sea captain and sit up in bed. Is he cooking breakfast for us? I experimentally sniff the air, catching a whiff of something delicious. My stomach grumbles, and I immediately begin searching the floor for clothes.

Even though I've known Victor since the beginning of time, I want to look presentable and pretty…is that silly?

Probably.

Blushing at my own stupid thoughts, I head out of my room, following the scent of sizzling bacon like a bloodhound. I can already imagine the taste of fresh coffee on my tongue and the imagination makes my tongue salivate—so does the view of the gorgeous man standing by the stov