Wednesday, January 6th, 2016
"Morning," Hayes murmured, shuffling into the kitchen. Her hair was still sticking out in every direction, her eyes were bleary, and a sleepy smile softened her face. She poured the hot water over the teabag and rested her head against his arm, letting her eyes close.
Over the past two and a half months she'd been doing this more and more. She would wake up before he left for the day and stand in the kitchen with him as he made himself breakfast. Neither of them said anything. They just stood in the early morning silence, him already dressed for work and her still in pajamas and slippers.
It was slowly destroying him. Seeing her half asleep and dazed every morning was not helping his resolution to get over her and move on, and was actually making him feel even more strongly about her. He had no idea why she had started doing it, and now it was a daily thing and he couldn't ask. She would sometimes touch him like she was today, small things like leaning her head on his arm or brushing against him when moving for things, but usually she wouldn't. Instead she would stand an arm's length away, just close enough that he could reach out and touch her if he wanted to. He would do so in a moment if he could just figure out what she was trying to do.
So he spent every morning fighting the urge to wrap his arm around her waist and pull her against him. Brewed his coffee as he tried to think of anything but kissing her awake. Made his toast while ignoring the impulse to tangle his hands in her hair and—
The toaster popped, mercifully distracting him from his thoughts.
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