Chapter 29: Ayla's POV
I woke up to the smell of burning pancakes and the sound of Derrick humming in the kitchen.
For a moment, I forgot where I was, I forgot everything that had happened last night.
The kiss, my confession, everything that came with it. The way Derrick had held me like I was the most precious thing in the world.
Then I opened my eyes.
I want to dress up but I want to see him first, so in my night dress I walk to the kitchen.
I find him, Derrick was standing in the doorway, wearing an apron, my pink apron that hugged his shirtless frame.
A silly apron that looked ridiculous on his big muscular frame, he was holding a spatula trying to save what's left of the pancakaes he attempted to make.
But he didn't seem discouraged, he was smiling, and humming.
He seemed
