In the morning, I awoke to an empty spot beside me on the bed. Blinking my eyes into the streaming rays of sunlight, I rolled onto my side, spotting Dorian at the desk stationed in the corner of his room.
Papers were scattered around him, different tomes stacked high atop the mahogany. I watched him flick through pages, eyebrows drawn in concentration while he scanned the text for whatever he was studying.
“You moved your desk into your room?” I mumbled tiredly.
Dorian lifted his eyes to mine, shutting the book he was reading before relaxing back in his chair. “I didn’t realize you were awake. I’ll order some breakfast.”
“Don’t let me stop you.” I waved at the desk, yawning when I propped myself up on my elbows. “Why are you reading this early?”
A moment passed between us, one I didn’
