Jared

“Morning!” Jared greeted, entering the kitchen. He was in his slacks, his wide t-shirt flowing freely on his body, and his hair was still bed-ridden, messy, and wild.

Since the moment he entered the kitchen, two sets of eyes were stuck on him. Mila and Amely were following his every action, and this made an unpleasant chill run up his spine. When he didn't receive a greeting back, he glanced at them but quickly shrugged it off. He didn't care.

When Jared set himself on the table against the counter the girls were sitting on, he opened his laptop and started scrolling through it. He held back a grunt...