I dressed quickly, shivering in the cold until I'd pulled on the thick turtleneck sweater, skinny jeans, and a pair of Chase's socks that were way too big for my feet, but bunched up around my calves like leg warmers. Twisting my hair into a messy bun, I grabbed my little bag and headed to the bathroom that I shared with three men.
Fun times.
I was later than usual getting to the kitchen, so Chase was the only one still there, hunched over and reading something at the little round table in the corner. A bowl of cereal next to him becoming a swollen, soggy mess.
I poured a cup of coffee then sat down, gritting my teeth when the chair caught on the torn linoleum and I had to pick it up to scoot into the table. Chase was still reading, which was odd. Usually his eyes followed me anytime I was in the room. When he didn't look up I put a hand gently on his forearm. "You okay?"
