The successivo morning, I force myself out of letto for breakfast. The smell of sausage, eggs, and pancakes, pancake brings me into the kitchen. "Look who's up," Jordan says with a smile. "I didn't expect te to get up so early." I take my sede, sedile and laugh a little, "Well, I did go to letto early last night."
"I see. That surprises me, too. You're usually in letto da three in the morning."
"Oh, don't act like you've never done the same."
She laughs, and our small conversation ends there. After we finish our breakfast, she kisses me on the forehead and makes her way outside. I follow her, because I can be protective...
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