Chapter 39
I barely remembered how to breathe. “Good morning…”
My fingers traced the hard planes of Adrian’s chest, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath my touch. He was warm, solid, real.
Adrian pulled back slightly, his gaze drinking me in as if he still wasn’t sure I was real. As if he was afraid I’d disappear if he didn’t keep touching me.
The intensity of it sent a shiver down my spine.
I needed a distraction. “What are you making?” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I intended.
“Breakfast.”
I rolled my eyes. “I can see that. Can I help?”
He shook his head immediately. “No. Just sit there and watch.”
Before I could protest, he grabbed a stool and placed it by the counter.
I huffed but obeyed, resting my chin on my palm as I watched him move around the kitchen. Every fe
