Zara’s POV
I wake up from a fitful night’s sleep, my head too full of confusing thoughts that taunt my dreams. Dragging on some clothes, I pull my hair back into a pony tail, and head into the living area.
Gerrard is leaning against the kitchen worktop, a coffee in his hand as he runs his gaze over me.
‘Good morning Zara’ he murmurs as I approach, ‘would you like a coffee?’
I give him a tight smile in return, ‘good morning Mr Tierra’ I reply, ‘I would love a coffee, but I’m sure you already realised that’ I add as I spot the already full coffee cup underneath the expensive coffee machine dispenser.
Gerrard nods, ‘I heard you moving around and I know how cranky you are before you get your caffeine fix’ he chuckles softly.
I grab the coffee, cradling it in my hands as I lean against th
