I wake up to sunlight streaming through the window.
Liz is still asleep, looking so serene. I check my phone, and it’s almost 10:00 in the morning, so I decide to make breakfast.
I look in my closet, grab a pair of gray shorts, put them on, and head to the kitchen. I haven’t used it since I moved in.
I whip up a chocolate cake, some pancakes, and brew coffee.
Minutes later, I feel her presence in the kitchen.
She smiles when I turn and look at her; she definitely knows I was admiring her.
“Good morning!” she says, with that beautiful smile on her lips, and comes closer, giving me a long, wet kiss.
“Good morning!” I reply when she pulls away. “The cake is ready, and there are pancakes.”
“My husband still surprises me with his cooking skills.” Hearing her call me that makes me wish I
