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"Good morning" I respond with a smile.

I do not know how to deal with this phase of ours. It feels strange to go back to the way we were, and it also feels wrong to walk away.

I get up, even though I want to spend the rest of the day in bed, and walk to the living room.

Aaron is sitting on the floor on the shag rug while typing something on his Mac. He appears to be very focused despite the casual setting and sweatpants.

"Hi" greeting.

He stops for a moment and takes me in completely, letting his eyes roam from my feet to my eyes. "Did you sleep well?" It's your first concern.

"I tried" I shrug. I approach him slowly, not wanting to force our shaken intimacy.

"Hungry?" He asks. I think the last reasonably acceptable food I ate was yesterday's lunch, still at home.

"A lot" I answer sincerely. I sit on the sofa, very close to him.

"I didn't order breakfast before because I thought I would wake up late" he smiles sideways, a little embarrassed. I could say it's almost cute to see him lik