Chapter Thirty-Three: The Secret Admirer II

With my eyes still heavy in my morning sleep I struggled off the bed, staggering as I walked. Scraping the sole of the fluffy on the polished wooden floor. I unlocked the door to find a person I never thought I would see by my doorstep again, Thomas. Standing with his broad shoulders that were bent a little bit. Staring back at me with a smile like he had done the day at the dinner. “Surprised to see me?” I could not find my words as I only stared. “Hey Thomas, what are you doing here?” “Did you leave any of your things behind? I guess not because if you did, I would have seen it by now." I rubbed the back of my palm over her weary eyes. "No, I didn't.” His voice was cold. It's been a while since I had heard him speak up close. Somehow I had missed it. I stood for a bit walking backwards with my hands still clenched to the door knob. “You would not last let me in? This was my house too.” "I'm so sorry to come in. Have a seat. Do you need anything?" "Coffee will do.” " Crea