MADELINE'S POV
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Waking up with a delicious smell floating around the room makes my insides grumble and groan appreciatively. The bed is empty, my annoyance of even being it in has become less and less everyday. I slip from the bed, my warm feet tensing on the cold floor, but it's the smell of bacon that has me floating across the room towards the kitchen.
Food is being made here.
Rounding the corner, I stare bewildered at the sight in front of me. Atlas in just sweatpants, it hangs loose around his sculpted thighs, but is rather pleasant from behind. The muscles in his back shift and flex with every movement as he flips the bacon over. It sizzles some more in the oil, and my heart swoons as I can already taste it in my mouth. "If you're going to continue ogling me, I might burn the
