C89 Chapter 89

Clyde

I woke up to the smell of something warm and buttery, the kind that made you want to stay in bed a little longer and pretend the world didn’t exist. But the space next to me was empty.

Medora.

I sat up, ran a hand down my face, and stretched before rolling out of bed. The penthouse was quiet, except for the soft sounds coming from the kitchen. I didn’t have to wonder who it was