I woke up to the sunlight streaming through the window.
Liz was still sleeping; she looked so serene. I looked at the phone and saw it was almost 10 in the morning, so I decided to prepare breakfast.
I found some gray shorts in my closet, put them on, and headed to the kitchen.
I baked a chocolate cake, made pancakes, and brewed coffee.
Minutes later, I felt her presence in the kitchen. She smiled as I turned to look at her, surely aware that I was devouring her with my eyes.
"Good morning," she spoke with that beautiful smile on her lips and approached me, giving me a wet and prolonged kiss.
"Good morning," I said as she pulled away. "The cake is ready, and I've made pancakes."
"My husband still manages to surprise me with his cooking skills." Hearing her call me that made me wish
