Chapter 191: She Doesn't Hate Me

I'm woken by the sound of my alarm the next morning.

Clara moans, pulling the covers over her head slightly, in an attempt to drown out the sound. Everything inside me wants to stay in bed where it's warm.

I can hear the rain pounding on the window pane, and the last thing I want to do is go outside. It's February for goodness sake. I groan. Cold or not, raining or not, I have to go to work and so does Clara. Looking her over, it's clear she has no intention of getting out of bed anytime soon, so I decide to get ready for work first. I extract myself from Clara and the duvet, hoping not to wake her. She's probably exhausted after the high emotions of the night before. I take a quick shower before heading to the kitchen to make us both a cup of coffee. When I return to the bedroom with two steaming mugs of coffee, Clara is awake and on her tablet.

"Hey, good morning," I say as I hand her one of the mugs.

"Good morning."