Max's POV
I woke up better the next day. While going to have breakfast, I could see Alysa busy with things in the kitchen. Apart from the fact that she was staying her due to circumstances. She turned out to be a big blessing to me. We have done a few things but I'm willing to take it slowly. I'm willing to build my clarity towards what I'm feeling about her.
Today, the look on her face was different, like age was confused and disturbed. I didn't have work to do today, so my focus was drawn to her instead. My work too felt like a barrier to budding what and how I felt about her.
I walked into the kitchen towards the coffee maker. She was chopping some vegetables, she loved making that in the morning—Her salad.
"Good morning! " Alysa said and it sounded so cold and disturbing.
"Are you okay, Aly?" I walked towards her as I stopped her from cutting the vegetables. I picked her hand, grabbed the other and planted my kisses on the top.
