Grace - POV
After finishing my morning routine, I made my way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Jacob and me. As I whisked the eggs, the familiar scent of coffee brewing filled the air. A few minutes later, I heard soft footsteps descending the stairs, and there was Jacob, looking groggy but somehow still managing a smile. His fatigue only seemed to enhance his rugged charm, making him all the more irresistible.
“Need some help?” Jacob murmured as he moved beside me, his voice low and smooth. He was so close that the bowl of eggs I was whisking nearly slipped from my hands. But before it could hit the floor, Jacob swiftly caught it, his quick reflexes saving the day.
“Jacob, don’t,” I whispered, trying to maintain my composure. His presence was overwhelming, and my mind betrayed m
