“How long have you been up?” I shrug, suddenly aware that the only thing I’m wearing is his t-shirt. “Since six a.m.” Given I don’t have a car to go to the store myself, I ordered groceries online. He moves behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist before kissing the crook of my neck. “You’ve been busy.” “I wanted you to have a little of everything. I would have made more, but…” “But what?” “They’ll be home in two days and I’m not sure you’d be able to finish it all.”
