Chapter 18 White Prince

• Two days after the incident at the Mall, the broken man hasn't recovered from the shock but with the help of Easton, he could eat, sleep and look forward to another day. He had remembered waking up to a cozy bed and a warm duvet wrapped around him. His eyes roamed the unfamiliar bedroom, his nostrils inhaling the cologne he recognized all too well. It belonged to East but how had he ended up in Easton's bedroom when he had fallen asleep in his bathtub back in his shabby apartment.
• Tossing in the blue duvet, his eyes caught a tray sitting on the bedside table, a single rose laid beside a silver coffee mug. A smile found his lips, stretching them into a burst of full-blown laughter when he finally sat up and took the picture in close. A breakfast sat in the tray with a little side note.
• Didn't take Easton for a romantic type.