The next morning he awoke alone. Bee’s side of the bed was cold, and Emmett frowned as he squinted at the time. It was nine and she must’ve left already for class. He had the day off and planned to lay around being lazy.
He stood and slipped on a pair of sweat pants, his old Seahawks t-shirt and socks. Stretching he made his way out to the kitchen.
Emmett sat the note down as he grabbed the coffee pot and poured himself a glass. It was cold, but he didn’t care. Grabbing a donut he made his way into the living room. The computer taunted him from the corner. He really needed to start looking up flights and hotel rooms for New York. He groaned just thinking about it.
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