Tyler’s Ploy

Evelyn

"You're leaving?" I murmured, pushing myself upright, still groggy, and rubbing the sleep from my eyes. I squinted, piecing together the sight of him fastening his watch and slipping on his coat.

"Yeah, love," he said, walking over to plant a soft kiss on my cheek. "Go back to sleep. It's too early for you to be up. I've got some business at the office. I'll make sure breakfast is on its way for you, alright?" His touch lingered on my cheek.

Truth be told, I didn't want him to go. But was it right to hold him back? Not a chance.

His work mattered, and I understood the dedication he had towards what he'd built, despite how unaffected he tried to appear yesterday. Tyler's antics had rattled things for him, and as much as I craved his presence—right here, close to me—I couldn't ignore that it would be selfish.

The last thing I wanted was to exacerbate his problems any further.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" I blurted out.

"I'll grab something on the way, don't worry,"