Hailey
I am awake, bright and early, momentarily disoriented by the unfamiliar ceiling above me. But then I remember where I am.
Right. The brownstone. New York. The photoshoot is today.
Josh.
The memory of last night floods back. Our conversation, the way his eyes held mine when he told me why he'd followed me here. I push the thoughts away and swing my legs over the side of the bed. No time for that now. Today is about work.
By the time I take a shower and leave my room, Josh is already in the kitchen, two travel mugs of coffee on the counter.
"Morning," he says, sliding one toward me. "Made it strong. Figured we'd need it."
"Thanks." I take a grateful sip, surprised by how perfectly he's made it. "How did you know how I take my coffee?"
He shrugs. "Watched you make it yesterday. I'm observant like that."
My heart does a silly little flip again.
