Chapter 21: Derrick's POV
It’s the third morning since I got her back, my heart understands it. But my body understands it more.
I woke up hard.
It's not morning wood, it's how much I'm drawn to her. My erection is aching, begging to be set free.
It’s not unusual.
Every morning since she'd come back, I'd woken up aching for her. But there was something different about this morning.
I could hear her humming in the kitchen as I walk down.
She was happy.
That sound, her voice, soft and memorable, drifting through my penthouse was the most beautiful thing I'd heard all week.
She was making pancakes, I could smell the batter. The butter was sizzling in the pan.
I love pancakes.
I lay on the couch in the living room, for a moment, listening, letting the sound of her voice wash over
