Alpha Sage
I cleared out the necessities, assembling the mug and plate of eggs, bread, and sausages.
"Good morning, princess," I said, drawing my stare at her, and was left utterly tongue-tied.
"She was clad in my shirt, which barely grazed her knees, and had her hair pulled back into a messy bun. The flush that crept up her cheeks as she tried to meet my eyes left me speechless.
She has never looked more breathtaking.
"Morning," she mutters barely above a whisper as she walks in.
"Anything I could help with?" She asked, settling in at the counter, refusing to meet my gaze.
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