Holy s**t.
He was shirtless.
And he was still home. Why was he home?
I froze in my spot unsure if it was wiser to run back upstairs. I hadn't any idea what to do, so I cleared my throat to alert him of my presence.
He lifted his head in my direction and my breath hitched. Not only had I not had someone cook a meal for me ever, I never had one look like the meal itself.
He is so hot… I thought to myself.
“Did you say something?” His thick voice made me shiver and alert at the same time. He hadn't heard me, had he? “Good morning, your Grace…” he smiled.
Breathe, Tessa. f*****g breathe dammit!
I heaved a breath and answered him back in a rather embarrassing voice. “Morning…”
He chuckled as if knowing what he was doing to me.
“I didn't think you'd be home…”
“Yeah well, I did find
