Nothing To Say
Ellen stood in the kitchen, her hands busy chopping vegetables as the aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air. But her mind was far from the breakfast she was preparing. Her thoughts were consumed by the events of last night, and more specifically, by Mason.
As she diced the last of the bell peppers, she couldn't help but glance toward the kitchen door every few seconds, half-expecting Mason to appear at any moment. Her heart fluttered with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. What would he say to her? She was pretty lucky before, managing to slip out of his room while he was still trying to sleep. But she knew that luck wouldn't last forever.