Started Off on a Good Foot

Malcom opened his groggy eyes as the alarm went off, his eyes quickly glancing at the smooth other side of the bed that showed no one had lain on it. he had barely slept the previous night. he had spent more than half of the night typing away furiously on his laptop—or rather pretending to be. A part of him kept glancing at Michelle’s shut closet door. She hadn’t come out since she entered.

A small part of him felt very disappointed.

Had he been too harsh last night?

His alarm went off again, irritating him. Quickly, his hands reached up to turn the damn thing off but instead, his hand touched a rather hard surface. Quickly, he sat up to see what it was and his eyes widened as he came face-to-face with a parcel. His brows perked up. There was no other person who would get him this except Michelle. Somewhere deep down, his insides warmed. Nobody had ever gotten him a gift before.

Okay, maybe someone had before but ever since he took over