"There's no such thing as agoodmorning," she mumbles into the pillow. "There's just the time between when you wake up and when the day becomes tolerable."
"There's my happy ray of sunshine." I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. "Coffee?"
"Yes, please."
"Do you want coffee first, or...?" I slip my hand under the sheets and grip her ass in mypalm.
She turns her head slightly, peaking one eye open at me. The smirk on her face is answer enough.
I roll her onto her side so she's facing me and scoot closer until our fronts are pressed against each other. I press my lips to hers, something I can do freely now. It's not something I'll ever take for granted. I only kick myself for not making her kiss me sooner.
Our moment is abruptly interrupted by the doorbell ringing. She startles in my arms, and I have to admit, it scared me a little bit too.
“You should get that.”
“It’s probably just a delivery or something.”
The doorbell goes off again, this time they ring it three times.
“Or not…” I sigh and reluctantly get out of bed.
I run to my closet and throw on a clean pair of sweats and a sweatshirt. The doorbell rings again. I have a sinking feeling I know who it is, and I’m not thrilled. When I open the front door, my suspicion is confirmed.
“Finally! What took you so long?”
“Jade. Always a pleasure.” I don’t bother hiding my sarcasm. She’d know it was a lie either way.
“Is Clover here?”
“No, she’s with her grandparents.”
“Daisy’s parents or your parents.”
“Does it matter?” The bitch knows I don't have a relationship with my own parents.
“Well, I'd like to know where I can find my goddaughter.”
Goddaughter. That fucking title means absolutely nothing, but for some reason, she feels like it gives her some sort of leverage.
“You know, if you want to see Clover, you have to run itby me. I don’t want you going over to their house looking for her.”
"Kass, you're being so dramatic. Do you forget that I know them too?"
"They don't want to see you."
She drops her arrogant facade in the blink of an eye. "What did you tell them?"
"I haven't told them anything, but that doesn't mean I won't."
"Are you threat—" She cuts herself off, and I notice she's looking over my shoulder.
I think I know what she sees, but I turn around to confirm it.
"Who's that?"
Blake is sneaking into the kitchen, but she stops when she hears Jade's question, like a kid getting caught eating cookies before dinner. She slowly turns toward the front door and gives a little, innocent wave. I wonder who she thinks Jade is to me. Did she overhear our conversation?
"Jade, this is Blake, Blake, this is Jade."
