"After last night, I'd expected something a little more romantic than a coffee order."
I tried for playful, refusing to acknowledge the sudden chill between us.
Augustus didn't smile. He simply poured coffee into a mug, added the exact amount of milk I preferred, and placed it on the counter between us.
"Thank you."
His actions remained considerate. He'd made my coffee perfectly. But his tone was painfully professional, as though I were a colleague he'd accidentally invited home after a late meeting.
I searched his face for the man who'd held me close only hours earlier. He looked away before our eyes could meet properly.
Perhaps he was tired. We'd barely slept, after all. Augustus had always been unbearable before his morning coffee.
Then again, he'd already made mine.
Augustus excused himself and disappeared into the bedroom, leaving me alone in the kitchen with my perfect coffee.
I sipped slowly, waiting for him to return.
