Cinnamon and honey . I inhaled deeply as the smell of the steaming bowl of oatmeal was placed on front of me . " Mind if I join you for breakfast ? " I lifted my head to see Bianca holding her mug of freshly brewed coffee and a plate that had a buttered toast on it with the biggest chunk bit of it . She didn't wait for me to answer her and had already sat down the contents in her hold onto the table before she settled into the antique looking chair across from me .
I decided to take my meals either upstairs in my room or , like this morning , in the kitchen . It was the most efficient way at avoiding Marco because for some reason, after what he did, I couldn't quite face him . It was so foolish of me to become putty in his hands , like ice melting against his touch only to be burned and
