Morning After II
A few hours after Yuliang had woken up, a well-rested Lorcan was seated on the kitchen island counter watching the omega make pancakes.
The silence between them was heavy and uncomfortable.
Except for a brief exchange when Yuliang had tossed a spare toothbrush and a towel at him that morning, they hadn't said a word to each other.
When the silence finally grew to be too much, Lorcan pulled out his phone with a quiet sigh and began reading and replying to all the messages he had missed.
This was not how he had hoped things to go between them at all.