Chapter Nineteen
Angel
“You have a French press? Let’s use that instead of the regular coffee maker, especially with this hazelnut blend. It will taste so much better.”
Landon was in my kitchen making breakfast for the two of us. Except for Saturday morning, we’d spent every minute together, going on long walks, picnics by the river, and of course, tangled in the sheets.
“Whatever you want, babe.” I called out from the dining room, where I was going over my schedule for the upcoming week on my laptop. So far I had a modeling gig every single day, but I had yet to confirm any of them. It was hard to, considering how absolutely bone tired I felt from the weekend.
Landon called out from the kitchen, “Eggs over easy, or scrambled?”
“Scrambled.”
I wasn’t used to someone cooking for me, a
