My weekend went well perfectly. I remembered last Saturday morning, the smell of the food wakes me up. At first, I frowned because I don’t recall having a housemaid in my condo, so I hurried to the kitchen to see who was cooking. And there I saw my handsome boyfriend, Harry Moon, cooking in my kitchen like a professional chef. I was leaning on the door entrance of my kitchen while staring at a delightful view. He was wearing an apron without a shirt on. I could see his muscles flex whenever he moved his arms. Even his abs showed whenever he moved sideways. I suddenly felt thirsty from the view I’m looking at. I didn’t notice that I’ve been gaping at him for a long time.
I came back to my senses when I heard Harry chuckle. “Done checking me out?” He smirked. I rolled my eyes to cover my em
