I woke up in Gaian’s bed alone.
After shuffling around in his closet, I pulled on an oversize hoodie that came down to my mid-thigh. Yawning, I walked out of his bedroom and through the quiet house to the stairs, where I smelled yummy waffles.
Darius stood in the kitchen with flour all over his tight black V-neck, drizzling waffle mix into the waffle maker. I hopped onto one of the stools at the island, rested my head in my hands, and watched him.
“How many do you want, Pretty Bird?” he asked, not turning around. “They’re for you.”
“Just for me?” I said, letting a small giggle escape my lips. “You’ve made about twenty.”
He threw me a grin over his shoulder. “And maybe for me too.”
My heart fluttered with excitement, my lips curling into a smile. While Darius and I had never really ha
