The soft crackle of oil in the pan was the only sound in the kitchen as I carefully flipped the eggs. The smell of toast drifted up, mixing with the faint aroma of coffee.
I wasn’t about to risk another surprise breakfast-in-bed from Liam. One look at his burnt pancakes last week had been enough. Kindness shouldn’t be put to the test like that.
And after last night’s... marathon, I needed something hearty to survive the day. My body ached in all the best ways, but I wasn’t trying to tempt fate on an empty stomach. Coffee was non-negotiable, and anything remotely greasy suddenly felt like a love language.
Sophia padded in a few minutes later, barefoot, wearing black oversized shirt. She looked unusually serious, eyes glued to her phone as she slid onto the kitchen island stool without a
