CHAPTER 59. THE DINNER

ATHENA'S POV

I awoke to an empty bed, the sheets cool against my skin. Confusion etched my features as I glanced at the clock – 12 in the afternoon. I must have slept in late, I thought. Xavier probably left for a meeting, not wanting to disturb my slumber.

Just as I entertained that notion, the door creaked open, and there he was – Xavier, bearing a breakfast tray. A small gasp escaped me, and my eyes widened as he entered, a warm smile on his face.

The tray held a delicate arrangement of my favorite things. A steaming cup of freshly brewed coffee wafted its rich aroma, and next to it, a small vase housed a single red rose, its petals unfurling in the morning light. A plate adorned with a flaky croissant, golden and tempting, sat beside a bowl of ripe berries glistening with freshness. A jar of honey and a pat of butter completed the ensemble.

My gaze shifted from the tray to Xavier, who was watching me with a mixture of affection and amusement. His eyes sparkled as he spoke, "I thou