eyes don't lie

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The first rays of the morning sun filter through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I slowly stir, pulling the comforter over my head while I groan out my tiredness. The warmth from the bed and the softness of the pillow under my head makes me want to stay here for some more time, but I know better than to stay in bed once I wake up.

Moving the comforter away from my face, I sit up and stretch, closing my eyes and feeling the pull in my back and shoulders as my arms go above my head. A knock at my bedroom door makes me mumble that the person is welcome to come in, causing the door to open, revealing a disheveled Sean, the sleep in his eyes revealing he too has only just woken up.

"Morning, cutie. Just wanted to check if you wanted anything particular for breakfast." He says, his arm going above his head as he leans against the door frame, his bicep flexing for a moment. I shake my head and run a hand through my hair, followed by rubbing my neck.

"I don't mind, what about you and Owen?" I ask and he smiles. A shake of his head reveals they must've wanted to ask my first, to ensure I am comfortable with whatever it is we end up eating. I giggle and shrug, "Surprise me then. I don't have any allergies."

With that, Sean chuckles and nods, "Just come down when you're ready then. Owen is bound to wake up once the coffee is brewing." I giggle and nod, Sean closing my bedroom door behind him. I listen to his footsteps heading down the hallway and descending the stairs.

I grab my phone from the nightstand, taking it off charge and seeing a message notification on the screen, an unknown number being the sender. I click onto the notification, and read the text while swinging my legs off of the bed.

Unknown: I hope you sleep well, Miss Malina. I got your number from Sean after you went to bed, I hope you don't mind.

A smile etches onto my face, my fingers tapping on the screen to save the number under Owen's name. I find myself typing out a response.

Malina: Good morning Owen. I hope you slept well and of course I don't mind.

I lock my phone, standing from my bed and stretching my legs. Opening the drawers that hold all the clothes from the shopping trip yesterday, as well as the items I had brought with me, I search the different articles, looking out the window as I do, to try and figure out what would be ideal for the weather.

Through the curtains of my bedroom, I can see a tableau of Southern charm painted by the heavens. The morning sun casts a radiant glow upon the world, turning the cobblestone streets below into a tapestry of gold. A gentle breeze sways the branches of the old oak trees, their leaves rustling like a whispered secret, while wispy clouds drift lazily across the brilliant blue canvas above.

Looking back at the clothes I have at my disposal, I grab out a pair of jeans along with a hollow out cropped jumper, as well as clean underwear. I grab my washbag from on top of the drawers, heading towards my bedroom door.

I open the door, knocking into something solid, and find myself about to fall backwards when an arm hooks around my back. I look up, those molten silver eyes looking at me, making me try and stifle a laugh, this being the second time we have knocked into each other. Owen, amusement flashing in his own eyes, helps me back to my feet.

"We have to stop meeting like this," I joke, a chuckle coming from Owen as he looks down at me, those eyes of silver making my heart flutter. He lowers his hand away from me, taking the additional heat away with him. I giggle and walk alongside him until we reach the bathroom.

"I will see you downstairs." He states simply, him continuing with his descent to the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting up to us. I nod and open the bathroom, locking the door behind me once I switch the overhead light on.