Sixty nine

MORGAN'S POV

That day, I got back home at midnight. I expected Eve to be asleep already, but to my surprise, she was in the kitchen, baking cookies.

"Hi" she greeted cheerfully when I appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"How was your day?"

Smiling at her cheerfulness, which I found quite odd at such a late hour.

"It was good, thanks. Why aren't you asleep yet?",

I had barely seen her for the past weekend, because she had ended up spending most of her time at the company, working on the final design for the Wheatstone's project. She had looked awfully tired that morning, and I thought that once her design was approved, she would take the opportunity to have a good rest. Instead, here she was, baking at midnight.

"I haven't seen much of you for the past three days because l've been working overtime, so I wanted to wait for you tonight."

"Oh" I said, as a warmth spread in my inside.

Doed she realise how that sounded? It was like we were a real couple. Had she missed me? I knew i had misse