“So,” Theo said, sliding a golden pancake onto her plate. “Last night you mentioned you’re afraid of thunderstorms.”
He pointed to a framed embroidery on the wall that read: Cutely Together . “It’s a lifestyle, Lila. Not just decor.” They made pancakes in comfortable chaos. Flour on the counter, syrup almost spilled, laughter over nothing in particular. At one point, their hands brushed reaching for the same spatula, and neither moved away for a full three seconds.
She looked down. Sure enough, she was swimming in a soft gray hoodie that smelled like cedar and vanilla. His hoodie.
“You did. And then you stole my hoodie. Which, by the way, you’re still wearing.”
“I was half asleep. That doesn’t count.”