Bryson's POV
I wake up to the smell of food drifting under my door and sit up confused. For a second, I think I'm dreaming, but my stomach growls, and the scent is too real.
I step out of my room still half asleep, rubbing my eyes. What greets me makes me freeze completely in the doorway.
Julian stands in the kitchen, shirt loose and unbuttoned at the collar, hair messy like he just woke up. He's flipping pancakes with one hand while stirring eggs with the other, moving around the space like he does this every day.
I blink, thinking I must still be dreaming. This can't be real.
Julian looks up and frowns when he sees me standing there. "Stop staring. You're being freaky."
"You're cooking," I say stupidly, my brain still processing.
"Nope, I'm fishing." He says with s
