Chapter Twenty-Six
Jasmine
The next morning, I made Donovan breakfast. I slipped out of bed before he was awake, got coffee started, and settled on making omelets. He had declared he would eat anything, so I figured it was a safe bet.
I was whisking the eggs when I heard him padding out of the bedroom. Glancing over, my breath hitched at the sight of him. His dark curls were damp as he ran a hand through them. He’d tugged on his jeans, not even bothering to button them yet. He was bare-chested, and I instantly wanted to lick him.
Walking to me, he rounded the small island and slid his hands around my waist to drop a kiss on the side of my neck.
“You smell good,” he murmured into my skin, sending a hot shiver straight through me and butterflies spinning in my belly. He straightened, wa
