AIDEN
Cielle was in the kitchen making pancakes when I woke up the next morning.
My lips curled up into a smile when I stood by the kitchen door watching her busy in the kitchen and wearing one of my shirts with her hair tied into a messy bun. She was swaying her hips from side to side to the beats of the song she was playing on her phone.
My smile broadened as I leaned on the kitchen door watching her. I began to imagine what it would feel like having her in my space like that more often, or even forever.
I was contemplating if it was possible or not when she slowly turned around to see me standing there.
"Aiden?" She laughed. "How long have you been standing there?"
"I don't know, ten minutes? Twenty minutes? I'm not sure exactly how long." I teased and we both laughed.
She had a
