Carla P.O.V
I woke up alone in bed the following morning. Great ... that was some way of making me feel used. I would have thought that Xavier at least would have spent the morning with me. I just shook it off and got out of bed, headed downstairs, and seriously needing and craving a cup of coffee. Walking down the stairs, with each step I could smell the most fantastic smells coming all the way from the kitchen. I finally got to my destination and my mouth instantly went dry as I stared at his bare back, Those Greek-godlike muscles flexing with the way he was flipping the bacon.
"Coffee should be ready in a few, I just put on a new pot if that was what you were wondering about," he said without even turning around and looking at me. Huh? Did he have eyes in the back of his head or somet
