ZOE
“You’re going to set the fire alarm off again,” Vaughn murmured, his hot breath brushing against the back of my neck as I flipped the eggs in the pan.
I chuckled, trying to push him away except I’m not really making an effort because duh? Vaughn in the morning?
I mean, have you seen him? The tousled hair, the lazy grin, the way his voice is rough and soft at the same time—it’s unfair, really. Ever since he moved here last summer, he’s always been like this. Flirty. Playful. Completely unbothered by the chaos he causes.
Not that I’m complaining.
Except right now, because, God, he’s annoying.
“Stop doing that!” I squirmed, biting back a laugh as his lips playfully grazed my neck again. “I need to focus.”
But my focus was already shot. How could I concentrate on cooking when he
